“That was exquisite,” Aiden leans in and whispers when the curtain falls. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes, it was good,” I lie and force a smile.
The audience erupts into a standing ovation. It was a bad performance, but my head has been elsewhere all night. Aiden’s been a gentleman, but there’s no spark between us. I joined him so he didn’t have to come alone, but now I wonder if it was a mistake. I don’t want to give him the wrong impression or lead him on, something I’m apparently very good at these days.
“Are you ready to go to dinner?” he asks as we make our way out of the theater.
“Yeah, I’m starving.” And I need some alcohol to clear my stupid head.
While we wait for the valet to bring his car around, I fish my phone out of my purse. I texted Harper during intermission.
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