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Perfect Specimens

... least one of his colleagues had always made sure to hit on her before the night was over. Stumbling out on the dance floor, Jenna tried to keep up with the graceful moves of her boyfriend’s boss for one whole song. The piano had just taken a breath when the doctor led her toward the east wing, eager to show her the new artwork from Paris. “Oh, thank you, sir, but I’m exhausted. You dance circles around me! I think I need a drink!” He chortled. Deep lines at the corners of his eyes spiderwebbed to the rest of his face, yellowed teeth gleaming. “Dear girl, by this time a month from now, I fully expect you to have a diamond on that finger. The least I can do is show you real culture before you settle down with that horribly stuffy young man.” “I... uh...” A moment after she lost her voice, she noticed her mouth was still hanging open. She cleared her throat. Her face burned, sweat prickling at embarrassing places on her body, and she knew the blush covered her. A diamond. A ring. “Come on, now.” He took her by the hand and led her down the short hall. Raising his finger, he swiveled around, his bushy grey brows rose and his watery eyes went wide. “I’m afraid I’m a bit drunk. You’ll have to act surprised when he proposes.” She couldn’t do anything but nod. Smiling, he turned back to the hall, chattering away as she wobbled after him. At twenty-two years old, Jenna had no ambitions to lay claim to. A bartender by night, she’d volunteered at the homeless shelter downtown since ...

... she was sixteen. It was where she’d met Daniel, mere weeks after he’d arrived from years with Doctors Without Borders. He was older than her. Profoundly worldly and devastatingly attractive. Their courtship was such a love drunk seduction that when alone she felt dazed. She was wary of his polished resume and how his education and experience stacked so high above her own. When she’d mentioned her insecurities, Daniel laughed them off as if they were ludicrous, proclaiming her the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, through and through. But fear’s poison festered. She’d always tried to ignore it; her boyfriend was the stuff of dreams. And now he wanted her forever. The doctor’s slip of secrets relieved the burden of the night. Despite all the cards stacked against them, the world’s most perfect man wanted to marry her. She had to say yes. Jenna did her best to appreciate Dr Montiero’s favorite paintings, but she was grateful when the old man finally led her back to the grand ballroom. Through the ocean of people dressed to the nines, she saw a flash of red hair, the towering lanky form of Daniel’s former roommate, Allen. “Montiero!” someone called from the center of the room. The old man’s eyebrow rose, but his eyes trained on Jenna. “I suppose this means our time is up. Now, remember what I told you. Act surprised. Daniel is a good man.” “He is.” Dr Montiero kissed the back of her hand, making her blush again before he left. Scanning the blur of faces, she finally made her way ...