I’ve reserved a table for the six of us at La Luna Bistro at 8 p.m. Please be dressed appropriately. —Caleb Cross
The six of us? Mentally, I tried to count how many people were initially invited to our dinner to discuss intimacy on set. First, there’s L.J. who ignited the “date” in the first place, then there was me, Caleb, Owen Francis, Rosemarie (although I couldn’t be sure if he’d been serious in his invitation to her or not), and that seemed to be about it. So who’s the sixth party?
“You’ll be back by 9 pm, is that clear?” Dad stated sternly.
I couldn’t say a word before Cindy chimed in, brushing invisible lint off the shoulder of my dress. “She’s not a child. She’ll be back when she’s back.”
Granting me a smile. I whispered a thank you as she handed me the handbag which matched m
