I tried to hide my card as I saw the number, but it was already visible.
"We have a winner here! Miss L is the winner!" One of the women shouted with excitement.
All of them, including Frank, stared at me, and I was the center of attention.
The host smiled and declared, "Miss Josephs, you have to dance with Mr. Lanka since he picked your number."
Frank left the stage and walked over to me. When he got to me, he held out his hand and said, "I may have pulled your number, but since I'm a gentleman, I'll ask you to dance. May I have this dance, Miss Josephs?"
Gasp filled the room as women waved fans. Frank was burning up when he asked me to dance.
"Congratulations for winning, Miss Josephs. You are so fortunate!" someone said.
I scowled to myself.
Fortunate? In fact, I was cursed. Why
