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By Jennifer Champion
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“Sorry to keep you.” Gregory wraps his arm around my waist and opens the door with his free hand.
We walk inside to a high foyer wrapped in the most elegant burgundy textile I have ever seen. I glance past the foyer to the dining room and see that it is not as large as I originally thought. Every wall is covered in polished mirrors to give the appearance of a larger room. All in all there are probably twenty tables.
“Follow me, please.” The host instructs us. He is rather short with dark wavy hair and a heavy Italian accent. He seems very jubilant and even elbows Gregory along the way as though they are old buddies.
Gregory pulls out my chair and I take a seat at a lovely table in the middle of the dining room. There is already a bottle of wine resting on the table and a small plate with warm crusty bread and cheese to nibble on while we wait. Our waitress approaches. She is gorgeous.
“Good evening. My name is Rosalina and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Would you like to hear our specials?” She looks at us for approval. Gregory nods and smiles.
As Rosalina tells us her specials, I cannot get past her beauty. She is the epitome of an Italian enchantress. Her long dark brown hair is braided in a complicated fashion and hangs over her shoulder just past her perfectly round breasts. Her eyes are a deep shade of brown set in a flawless complexion. Her mouth is formed with plump lips. It appears she is not wearing a drop of makeup. Her beauty is natural. When God was handing out beauty, he spent extra time on her. I look at Gregory. He is listening with much intent. He never listens to me that way.
“Honey, do you want the chicken special? Hello?” Gregory is reaching across the table to get my attention.
“Chicken? Yes, I’ll have the chicken.” I smile at Rosalina but then notice that she winks at Gregory and he winks back.
“Did you just wink at her?” I inquire.
“Now, why would I wink at our waitress?” He is charming and reaches across the table to hold my hand.
“Well, she is beautiful and exotic. She is winked at you too.” I pull my hand away.
I excuse myself and go to the restroom. Even the restroom is beautiful.
Everything in this place is beautiful, except me. I look in the mirror and ask myself why anyone as handsome and wonderful as Gregory would even want me. I muster up enough strength to go back to the table.
As I approach, I see Rosalina leaning down next to Gregory. Her perfect breast pushed up near his face. She is handing him a pen and he is writing something on a small piece of paper. She touches his shoulder, nods and walks way. How dare him! Getting her phone number while I am in the restroom.
He can tell immediately that I am angry when I back to the table. I grab my purse and put it on my shoulder in a huff.
“I can’t believe you would get her number. I thought you were different.” I turn to storm out of the restaurant when Gregory grabs my arm.
“Here. Open it.” He shoves into my hand the folded up piece of paper I saw him writing on only moments before.
I open the paper and start to cry. My sobs are uncontrollable. I can feel the stares of everyone in the restaurant looking at me.
Gregory looks at me, “Well?”
I wipe my eyes and nod. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Cheers erupt around us.
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What is going to take place is unknown.
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