and two
glasses. There are only eight tables with two chairs at each, and
they all have different colors of glittered tablecloths. There’s
confetti everywhere, and streamers line the ceiling. Whoever
planned this party didn’t forget a thing.
“Ladies! Oh, you all look so beautiful! I’m
Liz.” A woman greets us as we fill into the room. She gives us a
huge smile and claps her hands. Blond hair, which is cut into a
short bob, doesn’t move from its place as she looks at each one of
us. She looks lovely in her red floor-length dress, making me
second-guess my short silver sequined one. “It a pleasure to
finally see you all in the light. Your dates won’t know what to do
with themselves when they see how absolutely beautiful you are.”
Liz’s eyes land on both Kelly and I, she shoots a wink at us and
looks away.
A few of the woman laugh softly and then look
around as if they aren’t sure what to think of this night just yet
either.
“Tonight we’re going to play a trivia game
with your dates. They’ll be in a separate room on a loud speaker
while you’ll be in here on one as well. We’re going to ask you a
few questions about your dates to see what you’ve learned in the
last two nights. If you would choose a table, we can get started
and once the game is over we’ll turn the lights off for the last
time and let you enjoy your last date-in-the-dark. And then,” she
squeals, “the lights come on and everyone will fall in love.” Liz
claps excitedly as she shoos us to a table.
“Are we all ready?” she asks, and the group
respond “yes,” looking around at each other. Kelly chose the table
next to mine, and we hold back the nervous giggles that are trying
to force their way out.
“Hello? Can you hear me?” she speaks into a
microphone and then taps it.
“Yes, my love, we can hear you loud and
clear.” A deep voice fills the room and Liz smiles before holding a
hand over the microphone.
“That’s my husband Paul. We met on a blind
date, hence,” she says and points around the room, “this place.”
Liz reaches into a black hat and pulls out a piece of paper.
“Alright I have the first question.” She beams. “Who wants to go
first?”
A woman with long black hair raises her
hand.
“What’s your name dear?” Liz asks.
“Megan.”
“Alright, Megan, what is your date’s favorite
color?”
For the next hour the women in the room
answer question after question. What is your date’s favorite
number, food, hobbies? What type of movie does your date prefer, or
what are their dislikes? Once a lady answers, we wait for Liz’s
husband to get a confirmation from his room with the men. It’s been
about fifty-fifty on who answered right and wrong. Kelly has
surprisingly gotten all of her questions right and I’ve yet to
volunteer, but no one has noticed…until now. The moment Liz focuses
in on me, nerves take over my body and my heart starts to feel like
it’s ready to pound out of my chest.
“And miss, what’s your name?” she asks.
“You’ve been awfully quiet. I think we need to get you and your
date caught up on a few questions.” Her voice hasn’t lost any of
its perkiness and for some reason I blush in a room full of women
for being put on the spot. She holds the microphone out for me to
answer.
“Allie,” I say, watching as Liz draws my
first question.
Parker
She isn’t here.
An hour later, and I’m about to have a panic
attack. I’ve been sitting here in a room that I’m almost positive
they use for storage and I’ve been listening to couple after couple
answer questions, and not once have I heard Allie’s voice. Shit.
My chair screeches across the floor as I
stand. I try not to run toward the door when all I want to do is
break into a sprint. My hand is on the knob when Liz’s cheery voice
comes through the speaker, calling out one woman in particular for
being too quiet. I know before she says her name that it’s Allie.
When she responds and I
glasses. There are only eight tables with two chairs at each, and
they all have different colors of glittered tablecloths. There’s
confetti everywhere, and streamers line the ceiling. Whoever
planned this party didn’t forget a thing.
“Ladies! Oh, you all look so beautiful! I’m
Liz.” A woman greets us as we fill into the room. She gives us a
huge smile and claps her hands. Blond hair, which is cut into a
short bob, doesn’t move from its place as she looks at each one of
us. She looks lovely in her red floor-length dress, making me
second-guess my short silver sequined one. “It a pleasure to
finally see you all in the light. Your dates won’t know what to do
with themselves when they see how absolutely beautiful you are.”
Liz’s eyes land on both Kelly and I, she shoots a wink at us and
looks away.
A few of the woman laugh softly and then look
around as if they aren’t sure what to think of this night just yet
either.
“Tonight we’re going to play a trivia game
with your dates. They’ll be in a separate room on a loud speaker
while you’ll be in here on one as well. We’re going to ask you a
few questions about your dates to see what you’ve learned in the
last two nights. If you would choose a table, we can get started
and once the game is over we’ll turn the lights off for the last
time and let you enjoy your last date-in-the-dark. And then,” she
squeals, “the lights come on and everyone will fall in love.” Liz
claps excitedly as she shoos us to a table.
“Are we all ready?” she asks, and the group
respond “yes,” looking around at each other. Kelly chose the table
next to mine, and we hold back the nervous giggles that are trying
to force their way out.
“Hello? Can you hear me?” she speaks into a
microphone and then taps it.
“Yes, my love, we can hear you loud and
clear.” A deep voice fills the room and Liz smiles before holding a
hand over the microphone.
“That’s my husband Paul. We met on a blind
date, hence,” she says and points around the room, “this place.”
Liz reaches into a black hat and pulls out a piece of paper.
“Alright I have the first question.” She beams. “Who wants to go
first?”
A woman with long black hair raises her
hand.
“What’s your name dear?” Liz asks.
“Megan.”
“Alright, Megan, what is your date’s favorite
color?”
For the next hour the women in the room
answer question after question. What is your date’s favorite
number, food, hobbies? What type of movie does your date prefer, or
what are their dislikes? Once a lady answers, we wait for Liz’s
husband to get a confirmation from his room with the men. It’s been
about fifty-fifty on who answered right and wrong. Kelly has
surprisingly gotten all of her questions right and I’ve yet to
volunteer, but no one has noticed…until now. The moment Liz focuses
in on me, nerves take over my body and my heart starts to feel like
it’s ready to pound out of my chest.
“And miss, what’s your name?” she asks.
“You’ve been awfully quiet. I think we need to get you and your
date caught up on a few questions.” Her voice hasn’t lost any of
its perkiness and for some reason I blush in a room full of women
for being put on the spot. She holds the microphone out for me to
answer.
“Allie,” I say, watching as Liz draws my
first question.
Parker
She isn’t here.
An hour later, and I’m about to have a panic
attack. I’ve been sitting here in a room that I’m almost positive
they use for storage and I’ve been listening to couple after couple
answer questions, and not once have I heard Allie’s voice. Shit.
My chair screeches across the floor as I
stand. I try not to run toward the door when all I want to do is
break into a sprint. My hand is on the knob when Liz’s cheery voice
comes through the speaker, calling out one woman in particular for
being too quiet. I know before she says her name that it’s Allie.
When she responds and I
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