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Memories of her first date with Tom brought a distracted smile as Jesse recalled the fidgety mess she had been. Just when she thought she couldn’t have been more nervous, the luxury car rolled to a stop to prove her wrong. The door attendant had stood like a sentry by the large ornate plaque engraved with the private club’s address. Taking Tom’s hand, she crossed the threshold into a foreign world, cringing inwardly with each step across a magnificently detailed Persian rug. The antique floor covering had been too beautiful to walk on, too expensive to be underfoot.