Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Cecilia kept comforting herself after hanging up the phone. Her mom had it tough, too; at such an old age, she had to arrange blind dates for her.

As the saying goes, familiarity comes with repetition. If this blind date didn’t go well, she would surely arrange a better one next time.

“Sorry.” This time, it was Cecilia apologizing to the waitress. She felt a bit embarrassed. “This seat isn’t the one I reserved, I made a mistake. But…”

Her gaze swept around the coffee shop.

“I’m here for a blind date. I…”

There were no available seats before her. Where would she go for the blind date now? And where would she wait?

If things didn’t work out, she might as well just go home. Even if she had to endure Sue’s nagging, it was better than trying to squeeze in a place that was like a crowded marketplace.

Already having second thoughts before starting her entrepreneurial journey, Cecilia looked around the coffee shop again.

“Is this

shop seemed to have been turned

of getting angry at her complaint, the waitress flashed her a relaxed

more enthusiastic, especially after sorting out the seating issue. She

me. People who came for blind dates don’t stay here, they’re on

seemingly sealed door, and it rotated at a forty-five-degree angle—the whole thing was like a mechanism in

of white and sky-blue, reminiscent of the sky. One could hear the sound

this

completely disappeared. She was

same time, she was quite afraid. The surroundings were covered

she could collide with the speeding cars at

Excitement surged in her.