Damon's POV

Excitement bubbled inside me as I pulled up near the venue of my date. For once, I hadn't asked Harper to drive-he needed a break, right? Besides, I didn't need him sitting there, dropping his ridiculous conspiracy theories about Bianca not being the right girl. 

That thought alone made me scoff. Not the right girl? Please.

My phone beeped the moment I stepped out of the car. I glanced at the screen-it was a text from Bianca. 

Bianca: I'm inside, waiting for ...