Dream Date

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Author: Ivan Kendrick
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dressed up, she could make guys’ jaws drop. Marissa wasn’t Ashton’s usual type, so Nathan didn’t know what he had seen in her. Regardless, Marissa had made it clear that Ashton was no more than a friend. Contrary to his comment, he didn’t take it hard.
    “What do you think? Is this appropriate?” Marissa asked, looking down at her clothes. She was wearing a black skirt that reached to above her knees, a fuchsia sleeveless blouse with a V-cut, and black high-heels. Marissa had combed her chocolate brown hair into a chignon at the back of her head. Some strands fell down, framing her face. Marissa was also wearing red lipstick and a hint of rosy cheeks. Under her arm, she carried a small silver purse.
    “You nailed it,” Nathan told Marissa, giving her the thumbs-up.
    “I didn’t want to look too…distracting, you know.”
    “Don’t worry. You look just right.”
    Marissa beamed at him. Ashton was impassive, trying not to look too dazzled.
    A few minutes later, the three of them took the elevator down. Marissa then led them towards her silver 2011 Mercedes.
    “Glad you have this car. You shouldn’t even think of showing up in your old one to a place like where we’re going,” Ashton said. Marissa gave him a stern look.
    “I still have the one you mean,” Marissa said, referring to the BMW she’d had since her junior year of high school. That one was around two decades older than that. The Mercedes was a graduation gift from her parents. “Please show it some respect. It still runs like a charm.”
    Nathan laughed at Ashton, and then took shotgun. The latter sat in the back. Marissa revved the engine and drove towards their destination.
     
    The Lincoln Center for Performing Arts was pretty far from Marissa’s place. It took them around 10 minutes to get there driving. The center consisted of several buildings. The fashion show was to take place at Damrosch Park, an outdoor location.
    Finding parking was easy. Marissa already had her own reserved space.
    “I could get used to having my own space,” Ashton said once he got out of the car. No one commented.
    “Let’s go,” said Marissa, leading her two friends. They’d both opted for two-piece suits. Nathan’s was black with a blue tie and Ashton’s was dark gray with a green tie.
    “Hard as it is to believe,” she said with a soft laugh, “I’ve never been to the Lincoln Center.”
    “It’s not that surprising. You’ve only been living here for a couple of years,” Nathan said.
    “Still. I’ve been to Central Park many times, though. And to the Empire State Building and Liberty Island.”
    Marissa, Nathan, and Ashton reached the entrance to the show area. There was a line of people waiting to enter. Employees at the entrances asked the people for their tickets, and then let them pass through. Scanning them, Nathan saw that most of the people looked high-society.
    “Here are your tickets,” Marissa said to Ashton and Nathan. “Follow me.”
    A few minutes later, the three of them entered the area where the show was to take place.
    “Wow,” Ashton said, taking in his surroundings. A stage was at the far end. Facing it were what appeared to be three dozen rows of seats. From the stage, a walkway cut through the middle of the space, half way to the other end. In front of the end of the walkway, photographers were getting ready to take shots. A row of red roses adorned the opposite end of the space from the stage.
    Nathan checked the time on his phone. It was ten to five. The park was already packed with people.
    “There are lots of VIPs here,” Marissa said, trying to contain her excitement. “Business magnates, press execs, fashion professionals. Oh, look! There’s Clark Rhodes,” she added, motioning towards the man. Nathan and Ashton followed her.
    Clark had his back turned to them. He was talking to a couple of people in attendance. Their age and impeccable suits signaled that they were big shots.
    “…that I enjoyed

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