I hired an actor as my plus-one.
Not a boyfriend. Not a romantic date. Just an actor from a real agency for one social event. I didn’t need love. I needed one person beside me who had not already heard Miriam’s version of who I was.
His name was Norton.
We met two days before the reunion at a coffee shop near campus. He arrived in a gray blazer, calm, handsome, and professional enough to make me consider leaving through the back door.
“You’re Daphne?” he asked.
“Unfortunately.”
His mouth curved slightly. “That bad?”
“I’m hiring a stranger to help me survive a high school reunion. You tell me.”
“Fair.”
He sat across from me and reviewed the details.
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