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The Date Maker isascam!
Morgan Jones uses this "dating service" to prey on unsuspecting victims, whose only crime is trying tofindlove.
"The Date Maker," as she likes to be called, even admits to cheating one customer from winning a massive giveaway while promoting her service. What else is shehiding?
Harmony lookedat her screen in shock. One of her friends from Florida Southern College had sent the article to her, thinking she would find it interesting. Andshedid.
She'd worked with Morgan at the local coffee shop for the last year. And while the two girls had never hung out together outside of work, and couldn't be considered best friends or anything, Harmony still liked her. In Harmony’s experience, Morgan had always been meticulous in her work, kind to customers, and the very opposite of what this articleclaimed.
Harmony did a quick search online and saw the article was circulating among a bunch of students at FSC and the other colleges in town. Most people had harsh words to say about Morgan and her Date Maker service. They called it a joke. They called hernames.
The entire thing made Harmonyfeelicky.
When she looked at Morgan's different social media accounts, Harmony noticed her friend was suspiciously quiet. She wasn’t even trying to defend herself. Did that mean the accusationsweretrue?
It was possible Morgan hadn't seen it yet, Harmony reassured herself. She didn't need to jump to the same conclusions as everyone else. It was doubtful any of these people actually knew Morgan, or used the Date Makerservice.
Knock! Knock!Knock!
An urgent pounding at the door pulled Harmony from the train wreck—also known as the Date Maker scandal—splashed across her laptop screen, and she hopped up to open the door of her dorm. On the other side was Morgan. Her hair was pulled back, she was breathing heavily, and she wore a smile Harmony knewwasfake.
"Hey,Harmony."
Harmony smiled and stepped aside to let Morgan into her room, casually sneaking over to her desk to close her laptop. Morgan didn't need to see the horrible things that were being said about her, or know that Harmony wasreadingthem.
She wasn’t sure what this unexpected visit was about, and didn’t want to set the wrong tone. That could stay a secret for now, and thankfully they wouldn’t have to worry about a roommate interrupting them either. Harmony was an RA, resident assistant, and one of the perks of the job was having a room to herself. She loved the solitude that came with single-occupancy, but the lack of square footage in the smaller room felt entirely too claustrophobic when combined with the lingering guilt of spying onMorgan.
"What's up?" she asked, painfully aware of the laptop only a couple offeetaway.
"I've found your match!" Morgan announced cheerfully, and reached into the large bag she always carried. She pulled out an oversized envelope with Harmony's name written on thefront.
Harmony tried to smile, she truly did, but the muscles in her cheeks wouldn’t cooperate. She wished she'd never signed up for the Date Maker. The only reason she'd done it in the first place was that Morgan and Harmony worked together, and she was trying to be a goodfriend.
Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. Thereweretwo extremely good-looking guys on the client list. They’d come into the coffee shop while Morgan conducted her interviews. Tall, dark, handsome—the guys were perfect. And Harmony didn't have the best luck when it came to guys—always choosing the jerks for some reason. She gave her friend’s Date Maker service a shot, and was now regretting thatdecision.
"That's great," she said eventually, realizing she hadn’t responded toMorgan’snews.
Morgan must have heard the flatness of Harmony’s voice because her smile faltered. “It really is. The guy I've matched you with isperfect."
"That's great," Harmonyrepeated.
Morgan played with the paper in her hands, bending a small corner of the envelope. "I thought you'd be more excitedthanthis."
"How did you choose my match?" Harmony hated her words as soon as they left hermouth.
Morgan bit her lip, looking down at the envelope she still held in her hands. "You read the article,didn'tyou?"
Harmony hesitated, and thennodded.
"I'm going to murder Declan," Morgan growled and started pacing in the small space, making Harmony wish yet again that her rom wasbigger.
Declan.
The name sounded familiar, but Harmony couldn't put her finger on why. Morgan never dated, so Harmony doubted he was an ex-boyfriend trying to get back at her. And Morgan got along with everyone she met. She had that kind ofpersonality.
"Who is he?” Harmony asked. “And why would he write an article about you? Does he have a vendetta against you orsomething?"
