Chapter 13: Marques and his sneaky moves

The smell of good food reached the nostrils of Mrs. Welching. She described the smell was like a party in town as the people were happily singing as they enjoy the food and music. The Marques gave his hand to Mrs. Welching to guide her where they would sit. At first Miss Welching felt awkward but she told herself she should get used to it knowing she was going to spend the rest of her days with this man. “Well, isn’t this a wonderful place,” she said. She then sat as well as her date. The restaurant was not fancy so the seats were nothing but plain wood. She didn’t complain, rather she was stunned by the fact a Marques can eat in a place where the spoons are not blinding you by how shiny they are. “I am happy to hear you like the place. I was scared for a moment when you said you were a picky eater. Order anything you want, my dear wife.” With a wide smile on his face and somehow even his aura was bright yellow. They ordered steak as a main course