A Roux of Revenge
“She was thrilled and flattered that Joe had reserved a table at the most exclusive dining room at the Resort. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their light reflected in antique mirrors lining the walls. Other than one or two diners, the restaurant was virtually empty. It felt as if they would be having dinner in a palace all their own. A waiter arrived bearing menus while another lit the candelabra at their table.As soon as the two waiters melted away, Joe leaned across the table. “Do you see anything you like?”
Cecily smiled. “Lots of things. The seared salmon sounds wonderful.”“I was thinking of the same thing. Seared salmon it is, then.” Their waiter materialized again, and Joe gave him their order.Joe smiled across the table at her. “Thank you very much for accepting my dinner invitation. I . . . uh . . . I was a little nervous asking. I was afraid you’d turn me down flat.”“Not at all,” Cecily said, wide-eyed. “It’s my pleasure. I’m afraid my life is rather routine with t...he business and all.MoreLess
Cecily smiled. “Lots of things. The seared salmon sounds wonderful.”“I was thinking of the same thing. Seared salmon it is, then.” Their waiter materialized again, and Joe gave him their order.Joe smiled across the table at her. “Thank you very much for accepting my dinner invitation. I . . . uh . . . I was a little nervous asking. I was afraid you’d turn me down flat.”“Not at all,” Cecily said, wide-eyed. “It’s my pleasure. I’m afraid my life is rather routine with t...he business and all.MoreLess
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