8 Smitten with Ravioli
I fidget with my charm bracelet while I wait for Preston. I’m early. Normally, I like being early. However, tonight, I’m not thrilled with my punctuality. What if he thinks I’m so eager to go to dinner with him that I’ve been standing here waiting for hours for him to arrive?
Nope. Can’t have that happen. The only solution is to sneak outside and hide behind the bushes by the entrance. Once I see him go inside, I’ll wait for ten minutes, then casually stroll into the reception room as though I’ve completely lost track of time.
I grin. This is a good plan. I scurry out of the room and into the hallway. Darn. I forgot my purse. I scurry back, grab my cute little clutch, then scurry back into the hallway.
I look down at what I’m holding. Wait a minute. This isn’t
