Moira anxiously unlocked her phone and saw Barclay's response. [Okay.]

'Mr. Covington, is that all you're gonna say? Are you sure you don't wanna throw in a little praise for me? Like, am I doing a great job?' she wondered.

But after waiting several minutes, there was no further message from Barclay.

Alright, maybe she was just reading too much into it.

Setting her phone down, Moira glanced up only to find the emcee on stage staring right at her.

Instinctively, she turned to Juliet beside her. "Please don't tell me I got picked?"

Juliet nodded toward the number in front of her. "If you're not number 45, then nope, it ain't you..."

Moira shook her head hastily. "I can't. I'm a married woman!"

Yet the allure of a freebie was too strong, and in a flash, Moira slipped her number into Juliet's hand and exchanged it with hers. "Juliet, it's all on you to score us that freebie tonight!"

Juliet observed her swift maneuver. "You're pushing it a bit, aren't you?"

"Hey, it's all for the freebie. Let's do this."

The emcee on stage watched Moira's antics with apparent astonishment.

a professional host. There was no rule against

contacts with this handsome gentleman?" Moira glanced up at the stage, initially thinking the host was

a hefty shove. "Juliet! Go on.

usually playful but actually

she found herself thrust into

was no turning back.

was just an exchange

few irrelevant

the

But from then on,

a mentor

Moira.

what do you think?

awkward, replied, "I didn't get

WhatsApp, didn't you? Check out his Instagram and see what

many years, and Moira was actually quite

reliable, who could

and pulled

WhatsApp contacts were exchanged

e spot, with the

chance that it didn't

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