The Unconventional Path to Love

Summary

I was home for the holidays, driving my American-made SUV to a blind date.

My date, Isabelle Jones, and her best friend, Sophia, were already there when I pulled up to the restaurant. They were draped in designer labels, dressed to the nines. Seeing my simple clothes, Sophia immediately curled her lip in disdain.

“Izzy, your date looks like he just walked off a construction site.”

“Look at his cheap suit, probably doesn’t have two nickels to rub together.”

Izzy, far from stopping her friend, just sneered.