Novel & Cerita Friday Dinner

The dinner was not a date. It was a work dinner, a colleague of Ethan's, a man named Forsythe, was in from London and had suggested dinner and Ethan had, without particular explanation, without asking my permission, said he'd bring Maya. He'd told me this on Tuesday. "Dinner Thursday, Forsythe's in town, Come." Not a question, not quite an order. "As your….?" I'd started. "As yourself," he'd said flatly. I'd worn the green dress, Priya would have had opinions about the green one being a wedding dress but Priya was not here and the green dress was right and I knew it.

I’ve been in breach for weeks. And I’m starting to think Adrian never intended to honor it at all. My phone buzzes. Adrian: “Friday. Dinner with my father. Please don’t let Vanessa’s poison destroy what we’re building. I’ll explain everything. Just give me until Friday.” Until Friday. Two days away. Two days to wonder if I’m special or just convenient. Two days to decide if I walk into that dinner prepared to fight. Or prepared to walk away. The problem is, I’m not sure which would hurt less.

Then: “Good chaos is my favorite kind. Is dinner still on for Friday? Only if you want. We can have coffee instead. Or nothing. Whatever feels right.” Friday. Two days away. I hadn’t planned that far ahead for myself in years. Everything was always Lily, always work, always the next fire to put out. “Friday works,” I typed. “Dinner. You pick the place again. I trust you.” I sent it and put the phone face down. My hands were shaking a little. Trust. That word felt heavy and light at the same time.

“I just wanted to make sure you made it home safely last night.” “Yes, Mom, I made it home just fine,” I replied. “Wonderful. I’m so glad you came over last night,” she continued. “It was such a lovely time. We absolutely have to do it again soon. In fact, Dimitri’s aunt called and has insisted on having a family dinner this Friday. She made it very clear she expected you to be there. She’s so excited to get to know you better.” “A family dinner…?” I replied cautiously. Sylas was right.

Then: “Good chaos is my favorite kind. Dinner still on for Friday? Only if you want. We can do coffee instead. Or nothing. Whatever feels right.” Friday. Two days away. I hadn’t planned that far ahead for myself in years. Everything was always Lily, always work, always the next fire to put out. “Friday works,” I typed. “Dinner. You pick the place again. I trust you.” I sent it and put the phone face down. My hands were shaking a little. Trust. That word felt heavy and light at the same time.

She wouldn't have time to make it to the store and get dinner ready before Jon got home. Chloe finished up with her mother-in-law with just enough time to have dinner done before eight. Jon usually went with his dad to the pub to rub shoulders with all the hot shots in town for a bit on Friday after work, and then he would get home around eight. Friday nights were supposed to be their alone time, which usually meant they ate dinner together then headed to separate rooms where she would work on some craft thing, and he would do who knows what, with the golf network maybe.

"The wedding planner was selected and I can't wait to you to meet her. I've arranged an afternoon dinner for the three of us on Friday afternoon." "Friday? This Friday?" "Yes." "Fuck!" I mentally cussed.

hoping that would make her smile. “Really?” she asked, her chin drawing together in a smile. He was right, that had made her smile. “Really.” He replied, stood, and walked towards the kitchen. Sidney laughed when she saw that he was serious, and contemplated on whether to follow him or not, but the latter won, so she sat back down. By the time Brad set the table, Sidney was holding a Nora Roberts' book. Dinner was Salisbury steak, a big chunk of meatloaf, and taco salad.

“Do you want any drinks?” I nodded. “Water would be fine.” I replied. “Water? Seriously?” he asked. “I’m getting you an iced tea at least,” he told me as he called the waiter. This dinner isn’t just a dinner. I am so glad that I went home to change for formal clothes. Or else, I would’ve looked like a lost kid in a sea of elegant people. Why is Nildex holding such great event at no occasion? Juneau was staring at me as I roamed my eyes around the hall. He smiled at me when I laid my eyes on him. “Nildex holds this kind of dinner every last Friday of the month,” he told me.

Drew asks me. "It's Wednesday," I simply state and Drew nods in understanding. Little curious Cassandra lifts her dark brows. "What's Wednesday mean?" Before I have the chance to tell her that it's none of her business, Drew replies, "Every other Wednesday night, Crayvin here, has dinner with his parents." Cassandra's expression changes. Her eyes darken but flicker with a tiny spark and the corners of her thin lips curl upwards. "What?" I grunt, annoyed with the full-on smirk she now wears.