Two hours later…
At the Donimingon Hotel.
Winnie pulled into the hotel’s ground-level parking lot. As one of the hotel’s shareholders, she had a reserved parking space.
The moment she stepped out of the car, a well-dressed man hurried over carrying a bouquet of flowers.
“Excuse me, are you Ms. Winnie Francoeur? My last name is Tucker. Your uncle introduced us. Your mother should have told you about our blind date, right? I know you’re busy, so I waited here for you.”
Winnie had already refused to go on the blind date.
Yet the man had actually come to the Donimingon Hotel to wait for her.
