are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
How many times had she heard that in the past two days? The question was becoming a broken record, Vivian thought.
Not bothering to look over at her sister, Michelle, who was standing a few steps away, watching as Vivian applied a coat of mascara to her already dark lashes. Normally she didn’t use a great deal of makeup when going on a date, but tonight was special. Or at least she was treating it as such. Tonight was her first date generated by My Perfect Match and she wanted to make a good impression.
“I’m going on a dinner date,” she answered, trying her best to sound casual even though her nerves were balled in a knot.
“With someone you’ve never met before.” Michelle shook her head in dismay. “You’re far braver than me, sis.”
She wasn’t brave, Vivian thought. Determined was more like it. “I have to start somewhere. And it’s just dinner.”
“As far as I’m concerned, you should’ve never made such a wager with Wes Robinson,” she argued. “And just what are you going to get if you prove the app works? A bonus from Robinson Tech? Bragging rights?”
Vivian turned away from the dresser mirror to glance at her sister. Three years older, Michelle was a few inches taller and several pounds lighter than Vivian. Michelle had curly chestnut hair and pale, porcelain skin, and Vivian had always considered her sister to be far prettier than her. And as a high school art teacher, Michelle was far better at communicating with people.
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