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Chapter Three

A voice broke through the silence at the table, piercing the white noise surrounding the pair eating outside of a restaurant.

"Mom, I don't think I can do this,"

"Why not honey?"

"Because, when I think about what is hanging on the line, I realized that I basically just gambled my whole life away. One wrong move showed to America, and my career could be over. Just like that. I would never be able to work in the industry again. Oh my God. If your name is attached to this too, your company could go under. What have I done?"

Esme sighed and took her son's hand in hers. The past few months had been hectic. Edward's career had skyrocketed, and by word of mouth, his reputation was growing. Interested in what he had to offer, the tv station Crianna had approached him to do the show. It had been a big offer, but determined to spread his advice Edward had accepted the challenge. Now that the taping was coming closer and closer, his nerves were starting to hit him, making everyone else around him riddled with paranoia. This was the final lunch they would have as mother and son before the cameras entered their lives and invaded it completely. Esme blinked quickly remembering that Edward was waiting for a pearl of wisdom to flow from her mouth. It was hard to figure out the right thing to tell her son, but Esme decided to do the best she could. Afterall, she was his mother.

"Don't worry sweetheart, this is nothing new to you. You have been matching up couples off screen. The only difference is that people will be getting an inside look at what you do. Oh, and you will be working on a slightly larger scale, but I have faith in you. I am sure it will all pay off in the end. There will be at least 10 girls out there who will have a new outlook on love, and that is what you wanted in the first place, correct?"

Edward's gaze fell upon his plate, and he nodded his head silently in agreement. Another calming effect attached to her comforting and all knowing perspective. How could he have been so lucky to have a mother like Esme? Had he already forgotten his goal only a few months into his project? He wanted so badly to show people what true love looked like, but the aspect of business and industry had swept him away in the hype. A new sense of determination washed over him. This show would not own him.

"Thanks mom,"

"Anytime dear, now show me, who are the girls that you have so far?"

Edward's shoulders visibly relaxed, and a new glint of excitement was apparent in his eyes. After hours of slaving over thousands of names, he had found the perfect mix of girls that exhibited all of the things that guys usually found obnoxious. He reached down to his bag and pulled out a bundle of folders. Each one was a separate color, with a nickname written in thick marker across the front. He spread them out like a deck of cards in front of his mother, who just smiled and said,

"Let's get started shall we?"

Alright, so this is the end of chapter three, what do we think so far? Next Chapter, we will be exploring the girls' profiles.