114 Brenda’s contract

I sat across from Brenda at the dining table, the sunlight filtering through the large windows and casting a warm glow over the table. The clinking of cutlery and soft chatter filled the air as we caught up on each other's lives. My heart had slowly mended since my divorce from Marcus, but the idea of being set up with someone new made me uneasy. Brenda, always the enthusiastic and well-meaning friend, leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Lala, I've met someone you simply have to meet. Trust me, he's the one you've been waiting for since Marcus." This wasn’t the first time she was trying something like that, after all it was she who introduced her to Marcus. Where did she even get these men from? I wondered. My eyebrows furrowed, skepticism etched on my face. "Brenda, I appreciate your concern, but I'm not sure about being set up. I'd rather let fate take its course." Brenda's face softened, and she reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on mi