It Started with a Blind Date

One: The Blind Date

-Louisa's POV-
"You did it again!"

I turned to my best friend in the whole wide world, Mia. "What did I do again?"

"Ignoring my attempts in blind dating."

I sighed. "For the last time, your blind dating me caused me to look like an idiot in the eyes of my French restaurant waitress friend, dumped with a glass of wine by the guy's current or should I say ex-girlfriend now and being dumped even before the date started. How on earth do you think I'm going to trust you now?"

Mia pouts. "Come on! One last time!" I sigh. I knew its because my friend is so worried about my 'too perfect lifestyle'. And by perfect she meant having good grades, being on the athletics' team (javelin throwing, of course), captain of the school volleyball team and of course, president of the school magazine club. And no boyfriend. I'm not really interested in any anyway. The girls that are involved in it is either too smitten with love or being in a terrible heartbreak.

I did not want that.

Mia tapped me on my arm, drawing me back to reality. "Please? Just one more time." I sighed. Mia is just too persistent. "Okay, okay. Just this once." I warned. Mia clapped her hands excitedly, "Yes! I got just the guy for you!"

Sure you do.

***

I decided it was useless to even think of wearing the white dress since Mia literally forced dressed me in a red one.

Which is way too tight for me, by the way. She insisted it was supposed to be that way though. "To let him see your curves," she insisted. "I don't want him to see my curves," I argued, "I'm not trying to seduce him or what."

"You look pretty," she replies with a smirk.

I sigh. Great. My night's going to be long.

I finished up my look by pushing a jeweled studded pin into my messy chignon.

Mia did a good job I'll admit. Just don't say I said that. She would use it in delight and annoy me for weeks.

I love her honestly but she drives me crazy sometimes.

Anyway, Mia said that the guy would have a pink rose in his pocket to help me spot my 'mystery man'. I guess that would be easy to spot in the exclusive Italian restaurant.

That is literally the only good thing I'm actually looking forward to.

I locked the door as I entered into my car. I revved up the engine while I tossed my gold clutch purse at the passenger side.

Time to get this show on the road.