Chapter 8

Soon after, my blind date called. His voice was deep and calm with a hint of warmth and charm, suggesting a gentle and refined personality. We agreed to meet for lunch the next day, and he offered to pick me up. I knew dressing appropriately for a date was a basic courtesy, but Mom's excitement was on another level. She burst into my room early in the morning to help me choose an outfit. Later, she even showed me makeup tutorials from TikTok, insisting they would make my date fall head over heels for me. I glanced at my watch—it was only 8:00 am, four hours before our meeting time. "Wear this," Mom insisted, holding up a dress. "Trust me, you'll be the prettiest woman in the neighborhood." Seeing her excitement, I could only chuckle helplessly before relenting. When my phone buzzed again, it was to notify me that my date had arrived. I checked the time and noticed it was exactly noon. Since I was wearing high heels, it took me nearly ten minutes to reach the