The Matchmaker and the Billionaire (MBBC#11)

11

Louie Rose

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I've meticulously arranged everything for Hendrix, scheduling his dates with each girl in a precise order. This comprehensive plan will unfold over a month, allowing Hendrix to balance his busy work schedule. He will only meet the girls on the days he's free.

The first date is with Vivian, a supermodel and the daughter of a renowned merchant. Her fame precedes her, and her image is a constant presence in the fashion world. Today, Hendrix will have the chance to meet her at the prestigious golf course. That's their date.

I walk, almost running, just to beat the time. I'm not yet late, but I have to be here first before the two of them arrive.

"Miss Louise!" Cynthia called me. She raised her hand with a piece of paper she was holding.

"Cynthia, thank goodness!" I said, almost running out of breath. I thought I couldn't make it in time. There was no traffic, but the car's tire got flat for a reason. Thank you so much. You are my savior!" I hugged her quickly and hurriedly tied my hair into a bun.

I should have checked the car yesterday. I know the front wheel was a bit flat, and I thought I could get away with it. I planned to get it serviced after today's Hendrix date, but that will go differently than planned now. The flat tire was a surprise, a twist in the carefully planned day.

Cynthia looked at me from head to toe with a troubled expression.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my attire?" I asked, looking at myself.

I was wearing skinny jeans and a white T-shirt. I don't have a golf attire. I don't even know how to play this game, and I have no idea about it. I am only doing this because Hendrix wants me to be here on all his dates.

"You have to change, Louise. Come here." He quickly grabbed my wrist, and my body spun halfway in her direction.

"Do I have to change? I don't need to change, Cynthia. I'm not playing. I'm only going to watch them," I complained as I went along with her.

Cynthia is my third-degree cousin. Her mother and my mother are somewhat relatives, according to Aunt Rosy, but that must be a lie because I somewhat find out that her mother and my mother are siblings. So, after all, that doesn't make us third-degree cousins.

I don't know! Who knows? I don't care! We have a complicated family tree because our lives are complicated. And so mine was very twisted. I don't know who my father is. I haven't seen my mother since birth. According to Aunt Rosy, she ran away, leaving me with her.

Cynthia and I are not that close, but we are good enough to work things out with each other, especially at work.

"You are representing Aunt Rosy, Louise. You should wear the same attire as them. Try to fit in with your clients," she mumbled as she led me into the women's quarter. She let go of my hand and opened her locker.

"Here. Wear that, Rosy?" she chuckled, handing me a complete golf outfit.

"We have the same size, and I always have an extra with me. Don't worry. They're clean, and I never sweat in them," she slightly laughed as she turned away.

I want to complain, but Cynthia has a point. "I don't care if you sweat on them, Cynthia. I'm Louise Rose Stewart, and I'm ready to climb the top of the hill for this." I winked at her while changing myself quickly.

"That's good. I know you are a girl scout," she winked with a smile.

For a reason, Aunt Rosy managed to tell Cynthia about this. Cynthia visited Rosy three days ago and found out about our case. Rosy told her to help me with this and understand everything. I'm glad that she understood our situation. I'm thankful that, aside from Shella, I have Cynthia, too.