Novel & Cerita Friday Dinner

“Yes, Larissa. A quarterly dinner is a social gathering that takes place four times a year, typically once every three months. So that means there’s a dinner in January, April, July, and October.” “I know what a quarterly dinner is.” I snapped. Benjamin had been to loads of the Patterson Financial Group’s quarterly dinners. I, on the other hand, had never been. The dinner was for Pattersons and partners only and seeing as I was neither, I was always sitting in my apartment, catching up on episodes of reality shows I missed while Benjamin attended them. In three days, I would be married to Brayden, making me a Patterson and granting me the privilege to attend the quarterly dinner. “And what h

Jayda wore a red dress. Long wavy hair over her shoulders. But she looked different. The heavy makeup couldn't hide the exhaustion on her face. A glass of red wine in hand, she started walking toward me. Before she got close, a friend cut in. "Hey, long time no see. How's life overseas?" I pulled my gaze away and smiled. "Not bad. You?" "Same old. But you? You're basically famous back home now." He leaned in a little. "By the way... you hear about your ex-wife?"

I rearranged the meal with my mum to Friday night. “Hey, do you fancy doing something tonight?” Cleo asked. “Sorry, I'm having dinner with mum. You and Prue can do something though.” “Prue’s busy. Hang on, you normally have lunch at the weekend, not dinner on a Friday. What’s going on?” “I have plans this weekend.” Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. I planted my hand across my face as I realised I was about to get interrogated by Cleo. “What plans?” Cleo asked.

Will you be home for dinner tonight? ‘Tonight…’ I pretended to think. ‘Might have to work late. Big project.’ I took a huge bite of toast to avoid elaborating. I could see the faint disappointment cross her face, quickly masked. ‘Friday, then? You must be free Friday.’ ‘Friday Portia’s dragging me to some charity gala thing. A ball. Sorry.’ I knew where she was going with this conversation and was very determined not to go there. I’d already bought and wrapped my gift for Andre; I didn’t have to be personally there for the celebratory dinner.

"You really like calling it a date." "Because that's what it is." "I haven't agreed." "You agreed on Monday." "I said one lunch." "Which became dinner." "That wasn't a date." "It was." "No." "Fine." He leaned back. "Friday isn't a date." Zara smiled. "Good." "It's dinner between two people who like each other." She stared at him. "That's literally a date." "I know." She laughed. "You are impossible." "And you're still coming." She stood.

On our wedding anniversary, my wife, Yvonne Ashby, who has never set foot in the kitchen before, prepares a feast. Every time I take a bite, she eagerly asks me what I think and carefully writes down my feedback. At one point, she goes into our bedroom to answer a call. It's the custom ringtone for her assistant, Michael Holden. I casually pick up the notebook Yvonne left behind and leaf through it, only to discover that it is filled with detailed notes about things that have nothing to do with me. "The green beans are a little undercooked. Michael probably won't like them." "The mushrooms are a little too salty. Remember to use less salt when you make them for Michael." "The lamb is

Now, I'm really hungry. "This better be a good food.", I said before opening the box. When I finally opened it, it made me smile widely. I felt like my eyes were doing those heart-shaped eyes that I can see on the emoticons. Chicken wings! I'm really hungry to the point that I immediately ate the chicken wings. I missed this. I didn't had time to go to the restaurant where we, my mom and dad used to go. That restaurant is really special to me. Every friday night, we usually go there. They will ask me about what happened the past week. We call it as 'fridate'.

Alicia sighs heavily, on remembering what today is in the family of the Williams. Today is friday, an every Friday evening. The williams family comes together to have a big dinner. She hates it!. She hates to dress up, sit on the stupid dinning table, and try to get along with the rest of her family members. The dinner, would always turn out to be the most boring and irritating dinner ever. And every dinner is always worst than the last one. She would need to get out of the house for awhile. Breathe in some fresh air, a lot of fresh air, that would keep her sanity during the dinner.

"Are you sure it's alright that you bring an extra without saying anything to them?" Nodding I say, "I'll text Jace when we're done talking and let him know, I always have the option of a plus one when we have family dinners every other Friday.Besides Jace and Drake always cook enough food to feed any army but in all reality I think they are feeding a small army."

It is customary for the Morrie family to have family dinners on weekends because Alfred Morrie and Eva Morrie love to entertain and have family meals. Everyone follows the custom of family reunions religiously every week; they always dedicate the meal to discussing various social, political, and ethical issues. The weekend break is just the tonic Christa needs, but her attempts to escape from the claustrophobia of family life have failed. For the universe is playing its little tricks again, Christa doesn’t even be able to say NO. She knows instantly that something must have happened at the dinner party that could lead to her death.