Did I mention I love my job?
Getting paid to flirt with charming men in suits. Dashing, I believe is the appropriately Jane-Austen-esque term.
I notice he didn’t pour me a drink, though. It strikes me that a well-educated member of the British royalty really ought to pour a drink for a beautiful single young woman in need of entertainment.
Still, since Josh won’t take me to Hawaii, maybe Lord John will take me to England instead... Apparently there are plenty more royal, dashing young men over there.
A girl can dream... Meanwhile, back in the real world, I’ve got to be up in four hours to take orders barked by Josh so I guess I'd better sleep. Sigh.
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