Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 160

So, I spilled the beans about my spat with Hogan to Wallis.

Honestly, I was pretty chill about how things have panned out, but one thing’d still got me on pins and needles.

Hogan was a smart cookie, and like he said, he’d got a zillion ways. to snag the deets on the party.

But once he dug up the dirt, was he gonna sniff out where

FreeMan’s at too?

After I filled her in, Wallis went into think mode. “The shindig’s at seven tomorrow night. I’ve been lurking in FreeMan’s fan group like there’s no tomorrow, totally blending in with the super fans. If all goes well, FreeMan’s gonna spill the beans on his travels tomorrow. We’ll follow the breadcrumbs and give it our all.”

Wallis‘ pep talk gave me a bit of peace of mind.

The next afternoon, Timothy showed up on cue at the hotel to whisk me away to the tailor.

He rolled up in a classic old–timer, decked out in a retro tunic suit, looking every bit the distinguished gent.

ride bumped along the twisty mountain roads, taking a scenic detour

waiter came up to greet us. Timothy nonchalantly flicked the car keys his way and asked, “Everyone here yet?”

replied with utmost respect,

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others are waiting in the

a look before leading

paintings,

sound of laughter, with women’s voices sweet and men’s laid–back. Even before laying eyes on them, I could feel

enough, as Timothy and I stepped into the main

group

suits, while the ladies were stunning in their own ways, like straight out of old–time big cities.

Mr. Temple? And who’s this knockout? Haven’t

dude was eyeing me up, not exactly playing it

with a serious glare, then introduced me to the crowd, “This

the previous brazen stares turned respectful, and someone kicked things off with, “Hello

dress–clad beauties swarmed around me, ushering me to the center seat, making me

cool, “You’re my senior, after all. They’re