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out of the car. “Okay, look, I just want to go ahead and get this out of the way already,” said Phil, taking his wallet from the glove box. He slipped several large bills out and handed them to her, which she took gratefully.
Amanda looked out the window as the car edged closer to the front of the line. She wasn’t going to be the best-dressed woman there, but she thought she could hold her own. She smoothed her black skirt and made sure there were no problems with her upswept hair as the valet moved up to the door.
Here you go, girl. This is your first night of acting on a bigger scale. Better roles, better money, better everything. Next step: Hollywood. Amanda took a deep breath and stepped into a fairy tale.
J ewels were sparkling, champagne was flowing freely and the women’s gowns were as colorful as the magical flower arrangements gracing each table. A large open space was obviously the dance floor, which Amanda was worried about. She’d never been much good at dancing and she had no idea how Phil felt about it. Maybe she’d get lucky and he wouldn’t want to dance at all.
He seemed like a nice enough guy as he guided her toward a nearby table and offered to get her a drink from the bar. “I’ll just have a club soda,” Amanda said. He shrugged and went off to get the drink. Amanda didn’t want to be tipsy on her date, because she was working and she couldn’t afford to mess this thing up. She’d messed up enough things in the past two years.
Jackson and Clarissa mingled with the guests, glasses of champagne in their hands and smiles on their faces. Jackson wasn’t much of a social drinker, or much of a drinker of any sort, really, so his champagne was mostly untouched.
Clarissa was use to rubbing elbows with this sort of crowd, so she sipped delicately and laughed politely at all the right times before thanking the guests for showing up to support the children. They moved from couple to couple, with Clarissa effortlessly answering questions and directing the conversations toward the children’s foundation and their accomplishments.
Jackson realized he had tuned out again when he felt Clarissa’s hand on his arm. “Jackson, you are going to give the invocation, right?” He stared down at Clarissa, who wore a frustrated look on her face. Clarissa is frustrated? That’s new. But really, what kind of boyfriend or even friend am I if I can’t stick with the conversation for half an hour?
Jack son smiled, handing his glass to Clarissa before nodding to the dinner host, who was waiting to escort him to the head table. He would bless the food before the guests were served their expensive meals. As he walked toward the front of the room, Jackson mentally chastised himself for his attitude.
Just because you can’t stand these charity functions doesn’t mean you can’t show some real support to your girlfriend. What is your problem, man? Stepping onto the platform, Jackson moved to the podium and asked everyone to stand and join him in prayer.
He knew exactly what his problem was, and she was currently staring at him in shock.
Amanda was frozen to her spot. Grey Eyes was staring right at her from the podium. Jackson , her heart thumped. What’s he doing here? And why do I have the urge to run up there and grab him?
Dragging in a deep breath, Amanda finally broke eye contact with him, but only to notice how well he filled out his dark suit and that he’d gotten a haircut since she last saw him. She looked down quickly, still feeling his eyes on her.
Jackson cleared his throat and the awkward pause was over as he began to pray. She snuck another glance at him while everyone else had their eyes closed for the prayer. She had no idea what he was saying, because she was mesmerized by his lips while he spoke.
At his “amen,” she put her head down and closed her eyes, hoping Jackson had not seen her looking at him. When she felt Phil’s hand on her arm, she opened her eyes and
Amanda looked out the window as the car edged closer to the front of the line. She wasn’t going to be the best-dressed woman there, but she thought she could hold her own. She smoothed her black skirt and made sure there were no problems with her upswept hair as the valet moved up to the door.
Here you go, girl. This is your first night of acting on a bigger scale. Better roles, better money, better everything. Next step: Hollywood. Amanda took a deep breath and stepped into a fairy tale.
J ewels were sparkling, champagne was flowing freely and the women’s gowns were as colorful as the magical flower arrangements gracing each table. A large open space was obviously the dance floor, which Amanda was worried about. She’d never been much good at dancing and she had no idea how Phil felt about it. Maybe she’d get lucky and he wouldn’t want to dance at all.
He seemed like a nice enough guy as he guided her toward a nearby table and offered to get her a drink from the bar. “I’ll just have a club soda,” Amanda said. He shrugged and went off to get the drink. Amanda didn’t want to be tipsy on her date, because she was working and she couldn’t afford to mess this thing up. She’d messed up enough things in the past two years.
Jackson and Clarissa mingled with the guests, glasses of champagne in their hands and smiles on their faces. Jackson wasn’t much of a social drinker, or much of a drinker of any sort, really, so his champagne was mostly untouched.
Clarissa was use to rubbing elbows with this sort of crowd, so she sipped delicately and laughed politely at all the right times before thanking the guests for showing up to support the children. They moved from couple to couple, with Clarissa effortlessly answering questions and directing the conversations toward the children’s foundation and their accomplishments.
Jackson realized he had tuned out again when he felt Clarissa’s hand on his arm. “Jackson, you are going to give the invocation, right?” He stared down at Clarissa, who wore a frustrated look on her face. Clarissa is frustrated? That’s new. But really, what kind of boyfriend or even friend am I if I can’t stick with the conversation for half an hour?
Jack son smiled, handing his glass to Clarissa before nodding to the dinner host, who was waiting to escort him to the head table. He would bless the food before the guests were served their expensive meals. As he walked toward the front of the room, Jackson mentally chastised himself for his attitude.
Just because you can’t stand these charity functions doesn’t mean you can’t show some real support to your girlfriend. What is your problem, man? Stepping onto the platform, Jackson moved to the podium and asked everyone to stand and join him in prayer.
He knew exactly what his problem was, and she was currently staring at him in shock.
Amanda was frozen to her spot. Grey Eyes was staring right at her from the podium. Jackson , her heart thumped. What’s he doing here? And why do I have the urge to run up there and grab him?
Dragging in a deep breath, Amanda finally broke eye contact with him, but only to notice how well he filled out his dark suit and that he’d gotten a haircut since she last saw him. She looked down quickly, still feeling his eyes on her.
Jackson cleared his throat and the awkward pause was over as he began to pray. She snuck another glance at him while everyone else had their eyes closed for the prayer. She had no idea what he was saying, because she was mesmerized by his lips while he spoke.
At his “amen,” she put her head down and closed her eyes, hoping Jackson had not seen her looking at him. When she felt Phil’s hand on her arm, she opened her eyes and
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