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Andra’s phone rang with Molly’s call. She promptly accepted the call. Then she lowered the music.

“Hello.”

“Tell me you’re not going ahead with this Friday night out of yours.”

“Of course, I am. I am dressed as we speak.”

“Andra, don’t do it.”

“Why waste a free chance?”

“He will be mad if he finds out.”

“He is not my father. Besides, he is out of town.”

“Andra, things have been going well to a large extent. Don’t do this.”

“Goodnight, Sis. Talk later.” Andra said dismissively and ended the call. “Kill joy.” She murmured. Then she killed the music, adjusted her hair, hung her bag, and exited the bedroom.

There, she met Dominic entering the house in a business suit, a portable traveling backpack on one hand.

At the sight of him, Andra’s heart thundered with disappointment.

She was not expecting him to be home until the following day. Gosh. What was happening?

His eyes swept over her outfit and rested on her eyes. She looked a bit nervous but he could see her regaining her composure, rea