It looked just like the kind of setting someone would choose for a marriage proposal. Her heart had been pounding with excitement since they arrived and sat down.
He ordered one of the most expensive wines on the menu.
“We’re celebrating something important tonight,” he announced, raising his glass to hers.
What exactly was there to celebrate? she asked herself silently, her fingers nervously combing her hair.
He kept glancing into his jacket pocket, like someone half his age hoping for fireworks and magic.
An evening that seemed perfect.
The dinner was extravagant in every way: top-notch steak, impeccably prepared lobster, special sides, and elaborate desserts that we couldn't even finish.
They talked and laughed together, remembering their first tiny apartment, the car ride where the vehicle broke down in the middle of nowhere, the pet they kept saying they would adopt “sooner or later.”
She was sincerely convinced that this was finally the moment she had been waiting for.
When the bill arrived at their table, she didn't even look at it. She was too focused on trying to calm her labored breathing and racing heart.
He took the bill and looked at it.
