32- Dinner

Nicholas

I looked at the watch on my wrist to check the time for the hundredth time again since I got here.

After Rosalie called me and agreed to give me one more chance, the first thing I wanted to do was take her out on a date. And I know it's unwise, seeing as I'm married and most of the time I'm the focus of the paparazzi's lens. I've become perfectly fine and used to the stories they may fabricate or pictures they will misinterpret, but I have no idea how it will affect Rosalie. And I have no interest in throwing her into that limelight. Which is why I rented out the entire restaurant.

I'd offered to pick her up by eight pm. It's currently eight forty-five and Rosalie is nowhere to be found. The manager has come here twice to ask if the wine is up to my taste and to call for him if I need anything. We both know he just feels sorry for me having to sit here all by myself.

I look out the window and see a car driving into the car park. Seconds later Rosalie alights from t