Julian’s Stand-In Wife

The waitress noticed the diminishing excitement and anticipation on Cecilia’s face.

With a clientele as diverse as theirs, there was a familiar routine and explanation.

“It does block the view, but it’s intentional,” she explained. “Today happens to be our coffee shop’s weekly collective blind date day. On this day, all the customers on the second floor become participants in a blind date. Our boss specifically set up these bamboo curtains to help everyone quickly find a compatible match. It’s convenient for those attending the blind date not to judge based on appearances.”

“Not judging based on appearances? How can you determine compatibility without seeing each other?”

Cecilia placed a lot of importance on a person’s appearance. She couldn’t tolerate an unattractive appearance for even a minute.

At the very least, the person should have a decent appearance to be likable. Now that she couldn’t even see the faces, what if she found out the person was unattractive after the revelation?

Wouldn’t that be a waste of time?

After all, her mom hadn’t shown her any photos yet.

Sue had seen them, but her preferences leaned towards sturdier gentlemen. It was a bit different from Cecilia’s preference. Cecilia liked prettier and more delicate men.

So, the suitability of a blind date partner and whether they were visually appealing needed to be evaluated on the spot.

your date,” the waitress said with a smile. “But only after you both have compatible views. Wouldn’t it be even worse if you only judge based on looks and fall for him, only to later find out he’s a

struck a chord

Twice.

men herself—both times purely based on their attractive faces, only to be deeply hurt

taught her the pain of unrequited love, and the other taught her the power of

that checking if her suitor’s values and thoughts matched her before anything

cup of coffee? I can’t just sit here without ordering

“Your family arranged

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you don’t need to place an order. Whoever arranged it has already paid after registering.” The waitress

voice, not wanting to disturb others, and whispered,

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“Cecilia?”

Noel smiled bitterly.

her dreams, but did he have to