Chapter 3: Blind Dinner Date Gone Wrong
Jean's blood boiled as Logan smirked at her from across the restaurant. He leaned back in his chair, radiating amusement, as if he were enjoying a private joke at her expense.
Of all the places, of all the people.
She had been expecting a dull, mind-numbing dinner with another stranger her mother had handpicked. Instead, she had to deal with him.
"What the hell are you doing here, Logan?" Jean demanded, crossing her arms.
"Waiting for you princess." He winked.
"What!"
Logan tilted his head, his smirk widening. "I could ask you the same thing, princess. Didn't think blind dates were your thing."
Jean stiffened. Of course, he knew.
Everyone did. It was impossible to keep it a secret when her family made sure the whole city saw her as the perfect, obedient daughter waiting for a match. But what he didn't know... what no one knew... was that this was a cage she couldn't escape.
Jean's fingers curled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as Logan's smirk widened. The sheer audacity of him, sitting there like he owned the place, like he was the one she was supposed to meet.
Her blind date... where was he?