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politician?
    Maybe another billionaire?
    As I swung open the door, nerves filled my stomach.
    Oh…
     

Chapter 10

 
     
     
     
    By the time I had opened the door the sixth instance, I was flabbergasted.  
    Each guest was a beautiful woman dressed stunningly in a cocktail dress and high heels and ecstatic to see Bradley.  
    “Are you his sisters?” I finally had the nerve to ask one of them.  
    She giggled like a schoolgirl. I’m sure if we were still in school, she would tease me about that. Actually, she didn’t look like she had left school too long ago.
    Each of the girls that entered the mansion looked at me with distaste or ignored me altogether as I welcomed them into Bradley’s home.  
    They tossed their coats and handbags in my direction, and I hung them up in the cloakroom.  
    Bradley charmingly kissed each of them on the back of the hand, and then led them into the room where he entertained his guests.
    I watched him move around and greet each girl one by one, touching each of them and kissing each one’s cheek.  
    It didn’t take long before I realized that Bradley hadn’t kissed me on the cheek the way he had greeted these girls.  I guess I wasn’t anything special to him after all.  
    Foolish girl, imagining being his bride was just plain silly.  
    “Jasmine, would you bring a platter with glasses and a bottle of champagne?  Ask Gretta.”  
    Of course.  
    I had to get back to work.  
    After all, that was the reason I was here, wasn’t it?  
    I nodded and fetched the bottle and glasses, pouring each girl a glass of wine.  
    They were falling all over themselves in front of the billionaire’s eyes and throwing themselves at him. It was hard to watch.
    I truly hadn’t realized until that moment how desirable Bradley and his money really were.  
    The whole situation was making me sick.  
    I couldn’t believe that I had signed up for this and was quite puzzled as to why the billionaire would have ever invited me here.
    Surely there were other waitresses or chefs that he could have used?
    “What is this…?” I stuttered when I was back in the servants’ kitchen.  “I mean, I didn’t sign up to cater to Bradley’s harem.  Is this some kind of a cruel joke?”  
    I watched Gretta as she slapped the hand of one of the dishwashers who was trying to sneak a piece of cheese from one of the serving trays.  
    Then she turned to me and tried to give me an explanation. 
    “Sorry, dear.” She could see the look on my face. “This is no joke.  Bradley is a very eligible bachelor.  Those are the daughters of some of the most successful business men in L.A., most of them beautiful models whose families are very well off.  They have been bred to marry a wealthy man like Bradley.  Everyone is vying for Bradley’s attention until he picks his bride, of course.”  
    She seemed to be so matter-of-fact about the topic.  
    “He has plans to marry by the end of this year, you know.  It is our responsibility to ensure that his guests are treated like royalty while they are here.  All eyes are on this event; Bradley is getting a lot of publicity out of this to improve his business relationships, and it is likely that the woman that comes out on top of Bradley’s list tonight will be chosen to be his lifelong wife.”  
    The more she talked, the more my insides sank. Everything had seemed so perfect only minutes ago.
    “Like a royal family marrying into another royal family?” I asked.
    Gretta laughed heartily. “Ah yes, I suppose that could be one way to look at it.”
    I recalled what Brianna had said about the article in the newspaper.  
    Of course.  I’m so stupid.
    This dinner party was scheduled in order to find him a suitable mate.  
    I was foolish enough to think that he had been coming to the restaurant regularly to see me. Of course he wasn’t. It’s the best restaurant in town – of course that’s where he would dine.
    I was puzzled at why he told me that I