Date Nights Turned Professional Introductions; The Wrestling World Takes The Melbourne Night
Day 222 of The Andie Chronicles
Cooper called around lunchtime and sincerely apologised about tonight.
“Do we need to cancel dinner?”
“No, not at all,” he said. “Nothing like that. I need to cancel date night, so to speak. Chris has come down a little earlier than I thought and wants to do dinner.”
“I don't mind,” I explained. “If you need time with him, I understand.”
And I wasn’t lying, nor paying him lip service. I knew what it was like to need to mingle with the right people and keep all the right people happy, too. And Chris was a good guy who would never do anything to hurt Cooper.
“Don’t think you’re getting out of dinner. Chris wants you to be there, too. He says he's dying to catch up with you and wants you to meet his friend. I don't want to give away who it is. I want you to have an open mind when you meet her.”
“Is this Chris's girlfriend?” I didn't realise he was shacked up. In reality, Chris had two ex-wives and six children with three different women. Most of them were wrestlers. And if they weren't wrestles, they were wrestling managers at some point.
Every time I spoke to Chris, he delighted me with such colourful stories, especially during the quiet time at the gym in Surfers Paradise. He would tell me about the woman throwing parties backstage during a show.
He would talk about how women would wait at the back of the wrestling shows to meet all the guys. And many of them convinced him the show needed seamstresses or makeup artists so they could be on tour with the promotion.
I called them groupies. He called them wrestling wannabes.
“Not a girlfriend. This woman would never date Chris. But she knows Chris knows what he's talking about because she knows what she's talking about.”
I arrived at the restaurant, Domenica, and was greeted promptly by one of the servers, who sprung into life as soon as I approached the front door.
I said I was looking for Cooper's table. He said to follow him, and I walked through the restaurant to the tiny stairwell at the back.
It was tight and twirly, but I followed up to the top level, where I discovered Cooper, Chris, and a dozen wrestlers had engulfed the entire top floor’s private dining room.
It was a beautiful little Italian restaurant with red and white chequered tablecloths and overflowing wax candles arranged as a centrepiece. It was sweet, and everyone looked like they were enjoying the poetic surroundings.
Cooper stood from the table and bounded towards me. “Oh my love, don't you look beautiful. Come with me. I want you to meet Sherry.”
As I approached the table, Cooper pointed to the only woman everyone organised to sit beside me. She was a little shorter than me, with thick blonde curls dancing down her shoulders. I could tell they were permed, but they didn't look dated. They looked perfect, much like her entire boucle ensemble.
In her thick New York accent, she greeted me. “Oh, this is the woman that has changed Cooper's life. I said to him I need to get to know you. Any woman that turns his head is worth a lot in my books.”
I blushed. “Well, Cooper is an amazing man. I'm Andie. And you are?”
She smiled and outstretched her hand. “I'm Sherry. Sherry Rhone.”
The words tumbled from my mouth. “The Sherry Rhone?!”
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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