Liza opened her mouth, trying to argue.
Then she stopped herself, remembering Bert showing her Drake's photo. Indeed, she had chosen him.
"Well, I thought you looked decent in the picture. But in person? Meh," she snorted, trying to save face.
She just couldn't remember if she had picked him for this blind date. He looked good, but his character? Doubtful.
At the same time, she couldn't shake the feeling that they had met before. She just couldn't place it.
"If there's nothing else, I'm out. Thanks for the meal, Miss Eaton." Drake stood to leave.
Liza gaped. "You're just leaving?"
"What else?" Drake said coolly. "I'm busy. I don't have time to hang out and shop with you."
Liza chased after him. "Hold up. What's that supposed to mean?"
"Sorry if I upset you." Drake looked annoyed but stayed polite, as his mom had instructed. "I've got stuff to do. Bye."
"Wait!" Liza blocked his path, hands on his hips. "I changed my mind. I think you're kind of interesting. I'm down to get engaged."
The butler shook his head. With that kind of attitude, no one would dare marry her.
Arriving home, Liza found the living room empty. The kitchen, on the other hand, was buzzing.
She peeked in and saw Garland. "Hey, what are you doing there?"
"Cooking, obviously," he replied. "But no food for you. Fermin mentioned you had a date and ate out."
Her mood soured again. "Don't even get me started on that date. It really ticks me off."

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