Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

Beka's POV

I never knew that shopping could be so exhausting! Gabe had so much that he insisted I try on. I eventually gave up arguing with him. He finally settled on an outfit for dinner and I love it. He picked a gorgeous purple dress. He accessorized it with a pair of silver peep toe heels with a crystal heart, a pair of purple crystal earrings, a purple crystal and silver heart pendant, and a small purple purse. I'm practically in love just looking at the outfit.

"Where are we going for dinner? There's no place around here that requires dressing up this nicely," I wonder curiously

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"Where are we going for dinner? There's no place around here that requires dressing up this nicely," I wonder curiously.

"Well, Victor found a place that is an hour away, but is really nice. Mr B wanted to go someplace really nice," Gabe explains.

"Where is it?" I'm too curious for my own good.

"It's in Madison Heights, on 13 Mile Road," he answers. I just stare at him for a minute. I know exactly where we are going to dinner. I've been there before with my grandparents. They used to live a block from there.

"We're going to The Masters aren't we," I ask. His surprised look confirms my suspicion.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

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"Yeah, how did you know?"

"I've been there before. My grandparents used to live a block from there. My aunt and cousin live in their old house now though."

"Wow, small world isn't it? What's the food like?"

"It was good from what I remember, but I was about eight when we went so that's almost ten years ago. I do remember how fancy it was. It's styled off of the golf course in Georgia where the Masters Golf Tournament is played."

"Really? No wonder Mr. Blackbourne wants to go there. He loves golf. He goes to the actual tournament every year."

"I'm not really a fan of watching sports. Especially golf. But I do like to play mini golf," I comment. He grins and just shakes his head at me.

"Oy, what are we going to do with you," he asks.

"I don't know. What are you going to do with me?" I'm being sassy but I really don't care.

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