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."

watched

was a professional host. There was no rule against

with this handsome gentleman?" Moira glanced

hefty shove. "Juliet!

usually playful but

thrust into

her, there was no turning back. Juliet reluctantly made her

an exchange of WhatsApp,

from then on,

Moira.

"So, what

replied, "I

you? Check out his Instagram and see what he's like.

single for so many years, and Moira was actually

weren't reliable, who could resist

glanced at Moira and pulled out

spot, with the host close eye nearby,

[Ms. Wells, sorry to intrude, but is

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