Dylan....
“Yes, of course. I remember the dinner,” I reassured her, even though I was panicking on the inside. I had no one to show up with.
“Perfect,” my mother said delightedly. “By the way, you never told me your girlfriend’s name. Or maybe I missed it. What was it again?”
“Kathy,” I blurted out in a state of panic. It was the first name that came to my mind.
“What a lovely name,” my mom said, oblivious to everything that was going on in my brain. “Well, I look forward to seeing you and Kathy tomorrow.”
“Okay…”
As I hung up the phone, I slapped my palm against my forehead. I had gotten myself into a real predicament. Not only had I told my mother about a fake girlfriend I didn’t have, but I had also given her the name of one of my employees.
But the more I thought about it, the m
