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gave him a quick glance before turning to look at her mother with the corners of her lips turned up.  
    He knew that he was making progress. “You can choose to be polite and suffer for the night, or be mean and childish, and have my company the whole night,” Zac continued, before smiling broadly at her.
    Faith laughed softly before turning back to look at him. “You are incorrigible. How come you didn’t come with a date? It’s not like you to attend a formal dinner without a lady in tow.”
    “Women, not ladies. I think the only lady I know is you. And...I thought you didn’t have a date. I was prepared to be your escort tonight.”  
    An apologetic look came over Faith. “Oh Zac, that is so sweet, and I’m so sorry. I was intending to come alone...”
    Zac took her hand and whispered again, “Don’t be silly. I should have asked you about it yesterday. It would have saved you from this situation too.”
    Zac had never asked Faith out to such formal events. One, he knew Faith didn’t like to attend such events and always tried to find excuses to avoid them. Two, there were always reporters, and scandals would follow straight after. There was no way he would cause Faith to get entangled up in such nonsense.
    Along with his sudden inheritance of the Hayden empire, Zac also inherited the paparazzi that watched and criticized his every move. Besides his business, he had graced the front page of many gossip magazines with quite a few women as well.
    Faith cast a brief glance at Tim and bit her lips. Zac knew it was ridiculous for him to offer such a senseless plan. Faith had been drilled with minding her manners since she was young; there was little chance of her abandoning all that had been instilled in her to ditch her date.
    She sighed again.  
    Her sigh suddenly made Zac nervous. The exact tingling sensation returned, meandering down his spine. “You aren’t interested, are you? If you are, then forget that I said anything.”
    Faith rolled her eyes and scowled. “Don’t be silly. I barely know him! He could be a serial killer for all I know.”
    Zac laughed out loud, more from relief than at the actual statement which Faith had made. His laughter drew attention to the two of them and everyone at the table soon noticed Zac’s hand on hers. It would be impossible not to notice the stares, but Faith didn’t draw her hand back or lean away from him. Instead, her mesmerizing smile was back on her face.
    “Faith, I heard you have just gotten back from a mission trip. Was it fruitful?” One of her parent’s guests voiced from across the table.
    “Yes. Very,” Faith replied, and smiled sweetly.
    “Mission trip? What do you actually do there?” Tim asked.
    “Teaching, building schools.”
    “Building schools?” A cynical expression came over Tim’s face. “I thought you girls hated breaking your nails?”  
    Several different reactions occurred simultaneously after Tim posed the question. Zac smirked and shook his head; Faith’s grandmother took in a deep breath and looked away; while Mrs. Preston rubbed the bridge between her closed eyes. Then there was Faith, who simply stared back at him blankly.
    Faith never understood why she kept receiving this particular comment throughout her life. Each time she did something such as carrying a heavy box by herself; someone would wear an annoyingly incredulous look on their face and make the comment about her nails. Of all the things in the world she hated being accused of, hearing statements about her worrying over her nails were the worst.  
    Her lips pursed into thin lines as she grabbled with containing her anger.  
    Zac turned his head away to conceal the broadening smile he had on his face. He knew that Faith was trying to stop herself from lashing out at Tim, and he couldn’t help but enjoy it.
    Faith loved her trips. She had always loved being able to make a difference in the lives of others. She had said that God had blessed her with more than