That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

By the time they bid farewell to the serene island, darkness had already enveloped the sky. In stark contrast to the island’s peaceful tranquility, the mainland buzzed with the ceaseless rhythm of traffic and the vibrant hustle of daily life.

Juliette had arranged transportation in advance, and they made their way directly towards the city’s bustling Central Business District. Nighttime did little to dim the luminosity of the soaring skyscrapers, each aglow with activity.

Josie found herself lost in thought as she gazed through the car window, observing the unchanged pace of life outside. The incessant flow of workers, each engrossed in their own world, striving tirelessly toward what they deemed their dreams.

“What’s on your mind?” Juliette inquired, momentarily diverting her attention from applying makeup in the compact mirror to steal a glance at Josie.

“Just reminiscing about old times. I used to work in this area,” Josie replied.

Juliette appeared genuinely taken aback. “You mean to tell me you actually had to work for a living?”

It seemed Juliette was somewhat oblivious to Josie’s less glamorous past, a realization that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Josie confirmed with a nod, “Indeed, life wasn’t always this smooth. I jumped into the workforce right after university, and overtime became my constant companion.”

A particular memory prompted Josie to gesture towards the lipstick Juliette was holding. “Once upon a time, I would’ve had to budget carefully for a whole month just to afford that brand,” she mused, reflecting on the financial constraints of her early adult life.

circumstances was one marked by

still radiating youth and beauty. Unlike myself who, at thirty, finds solace in makeup to conceal

be quite significant, to make someone as free-spirited as you exercise

evident, though she chose not to verbalize

message from Dexter: Where are you? It’s getting late.

reply, the car gracefully came to a halt. She stepped out, momentarily caught

with a quirk of her eyebrow, prompted, “Come on, my friend

over her phone’s screen. Moving forward, she decided against sending her drafted message, opting

phone on him as his response came almost immediately: The board meeting just ended. I’m still at

are your

button for the building’s topmost floor.

a friend. We might have

a pause, he added: We’re meeting at

but the opportunity