The rider is Mr. A!? The mysterious Mr. A who sends her calla lilies every Thursday these past few years!? He finally decided to show up? Goddess, he even knows about the party this coming Sunday! Is he stalking her? If so, then meeting her at the stoplight hasn’t been a chance encounter, but a premeditated one. She thought he was a perfect stranger and flirting at a stoplight had seemed so random. No wonder he had no problem giving her his credit card. Here she was, thinking he might be a scammer or a psychopath… Siena drives away, still reeling from what she just found out and then she remembers what Mr. A said about saving him a seat so she dials Judith’s number, hoping it’s not too late. “Hello?” “Hey Judy, have you sent the changes I requested to Madz for my table?” “No, I was

