Page 31 of The Dating Mishapp

“Thanks, but I feel like I’m going to have a Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction.”

“A what?”

I shake my head. “Never mind.”

“Did you use the tit tape I left on your dresser?”

I widen my eyes and grimace.

“Oh, my God! Let’s go!”

With my girls adjusted and secured, I grab my coat and clutch then kiss Diogi good night. Careful not to slip on the ice, Kylie and I link arms and walk ever so slowly. Because it’s my birthday, she insists on walking me to the driver’s side first.

I thank her as I slide into the seat.

She grips the door by the frame and leans in. “You’re welcome. And I promise I’m only going to say this once.”

“Say what?”

“Even at thirty-eight, you’re still sexy and hot as fuck.” I hear her laughter as she slams the door shut. By the time she gets into the car, my smile confirms she’s already been forgiven.

During the drive over to the Marriott, we talk about our summer plans and her hope to spend the month of August in Hawaii, visiting her best friend from high school.

A text from Jack comes in, asking what time I’m arriving.

At the red light, I reply, Almost there.

I’d love to see that.

The parking lot is full, so we’re directed to the overflow lot and hop on the shuttle. I recognize a few of the people dressed elegantly for the occasion.

“Who are you texting now?” I glance at Kylie and notice she’s overflowing with excitement. “Is it that guy?”

She nods, pressing her lips together as anticipation shines in her eyes. “Just be cool when you met him, okay?”

The pit of my belly flutters with worry. This guy must be something special if she’s prepping me.

The shuttle pulls into the circular lot and comes to a stop beneath the overhead covering. With an extended hand, the driver pays each of us a compliment as we exit the vehicle. The lobby is buzzing with energy as the festivities are underway. Splashed everywhere are red, pink, and white decorations and placards directing guests to the largest banquet room.

“Thank you for coming,” a volunteer says when we stop at the registration table. “We hope you have a pawsitively wonderful time.” I smile when she winks.

Upon hearing my name squealed, I spin around and am pulled into a hug by Vicky, the rescue’s founder.

“Hi!”

She cups my jaw and smooshes her lips against my cheek. “Happy, happy Birthday!”

I thank her as I pull back. “Thanks, but tonight’s not about me. I’m so excited to be here. I hope you raise millions!”

“I’m bummed you couldn’t help this year, but we took a lot of your suggestions. Just wait to see what we’ve got planned!”

“Mom, I’m gonna head in,” Kylie says when Vicky starts a conversation about all the dogs being rescued from high-kill shelters down south.

I nod and watch my daughter walk away. Her steps carry her with excitement, and I hate that I know why.

Vicky links our elbows and guides me into the room. “Most of the tables are open setting, but I reserved a few for my special guests.”

“I love the Puppy Love theme, very original.”

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