questionnaire,â Sophie said.
âI know. Thatâs why I did it for you. Iâve known you nearly your entire life, and with your grandmotherâs help, we got all those questions answered.â Mildred yanked a folded piece of paper out of one of the pockets of her voluminous skirt. âAnd you, my dear, are paired withââ she reached over, grabbed the other paper in Sophieâs hand, then held the two aloft, as if they were a matched pair ââMr. Harlan Jones.â
Harlan spat out his tea. Was it too late to ask for a refund?
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Harlan Jones?
It had to be a mistake. Sophie stared at the paper for a good five minutes before she accepted the inevitable. She couldnât very well throw a fit on the stage and refuse to participateâthat would get people talking about her all over again. That was the last thing she neededâthe town and the media focusing on another debacle in Sophieâs life instead of on her coffees. She saw the reporter from the Edgerton Shores Weekly over in the corner, making notes and interviewing some of the couples.
So she flashed Mildred a smile, and acted like it was all okay. Then sheâd come down off the stage, and hesitated in the center of the room instead of crossing to her âmatch.â Maybe there was still a way out of this. Sheâd had enough of living her dating life in public. She headed for the counter, deciding to grab a latteâand delay some more.
âDid I tell you what the committee decided just this afternoon?â Mildred said, coming up to the counter. She grabbed a cookie off the tiered display and plunked down some money. âSorry you had to leave before you heard the fabulous ideas the other committee members had. Why, come to think of it, it was your grandmother who had this particular lightbulb moment. She called in to the meeting after you left.â
Sophie slipped a tiny pitcher of milk under the steamer nozzle and waited while the milk heated, moving the container around to heat it evenly. âWhat idea was that?â
Sheâd expected Mildred to say something like theyâd decided to run an announcement in the paper that the event had occurred. Or maybe talk a local reporter into doing a little story about how much money theyâd raisedânot nearly as much as Sophie had hoped, but at least it was a start. Still, at this rate, it would be years and years before they had the community and wellness center finished.
âYour grandma thought it would be a great idea to turn these matches into a media event, and combine it with the weekâs Spring Fling activities.â Mildred grinned. âWeâve already got all kinds of local businesses on board for the Spring Fling. All we need to do is twist things up a little. Itâll be a town-wide dating extravaganza.â
âA town-wide dating extravaganza?â All of a suddenthis Love Lottery thing was exploding, getting out of control and becoming a much bigger project than sheâd expected. Worse, Sophie was caught in the center of the storm. With Harlan Jones. âI donât see how thatâs going to raise money for the center.â
âWeâll have the annual dance, and charge a small admission fee. Host a bake sale, and raise a few dollars that way. Oh! I know. A carnival. Everyone loves a carnival.â
âA carnival? How are we going to pull that off?â
Mildred waved off the concerns. âDonât you worry. Leave all the arrangements to me, and you do the publicity.â
Publicity? That meant even more media presence. This was the kind of thing that could bring in outside papersâ¦a good thing for raising money, but Sophieâs worst nightmare. âButââ
âWe need to raise money fast, right? And these events will do that.â Mildred wagged a finger at Sophie. âEvery penny counts, you know.â
âI know, butââ
âBut this will be