Anastasia
The last thing I expected when I came into work was to be grilled about my personal life and romantic preferences. At least the first session was off-camera so I didn’t have to worry about how I appeared in that sense.
The fact that the matchmaker saw me in my b*a earlier wasn’t helping my nerves though.
Helena smiled from the other side of the couch. “You don’t look like you want to be here.”
“It wasn’t really my decision.”
She put her notepad down. “If you don’t want to do this, you need to tell them.”
“No, they’re convinced this will help the ratings.”
“Having you reluctantly date isn’t going to convince anyone and it’s going to make the matchmaker department look even worse,” she pointed out cleverly.
I supposed that was true. If I was going to go through with this, I
