Chapter Nine

I don't feel like going to the wine tasting event. After last night- whatever that was -I doubt I'll ever be able to look Mr. Scott in the eye again.

My dreamy yellow dress stares at me from my bed and I sigh. A car is scheduled to pick me up in twenty minutes and I'm sitting here in a towel freshly showered and completely unprepared. Last night's ordeal is eating at me, more than I could've prepared myself for. Does this mean Mr. Scott has feelings for me? If so, why did he push me away?

I smooth out my frown and sigh. Maybe wine won't be too bad.

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I can't believe I only gave myself twenty minutes to get ready! My hair is mostly dried, I've got about a drop of makeup on, I'm putting my shoes on in the car and I'm late. I already know the building we're going to, it's the best winery nearby, which isn't saying much. My dad took me there when I turned of age for drinking. It's a little far out, thirty minutes or so directly north from the coast. When we arrive, I see that it ha