Love At The Wrong Table Novels & Stories

What a wonderful movie that was. Not long after my analysis of the anatomy of my boring iced tea, three waiters in black and white uniform came with platters of food I didn’t order. I quickly jumped out of my seat and panicked. “Woah, woah, wait! I guess you’re going on the wrong table.” “No, Madame. These are for table 16, and you are on table 16,” said the tallest waiter; the one standing next to me while holding a platter on each of his hand.

Files were piled up at the edge of the table. A lot of pictures and frames hung around the walls with different paintings, each bearing a unique description. At the extreme, a fancy table could be seen with lots of international awards and medals arranged in rolls. I wasn't too comfortable there. I was feeling cool since the AC in the office wasn't too good for my health. After a few seconds, he lifted his head, and our eyes clashed. “Please be seated.” He offered. He wore a friendly smile on his face, which revealed his dimples.

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”

But at the next second, Jonathan grabbed her wrist and slapped her twice in the face. “Shut up! I told you before that I don’t like you, much less love you! Elena’s the one I love! She’s the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with! It doesn’t matter to me whether she can give birth or not! You have no place to tell me what to do!” he roared. Garcia’s eyes became a little dazed from his slaps. She wanted to continue speaking, but I motioned her to look at her phone.

But as she took a step forward, ready to cross the road, a hand yanked her backward with enough force to make her stumble, the bag slipping from her grasp and falling to the floor. “Aw—” the gasp caught in her throat as she looked up. Stefan. His jaw was clenched, eyes shadowed with fury. He looked nothing like the calm, calculated man he often presented himself as. “Do you know what the most stupid emotion in the world is?” he snarled. “Love.” “Rationality, logic, everything collapses when it comes to love. It ruins everything!” His voice dropped, but the venom in it didn’t.

Right then, Paige walked over with her arms around Oscar. "Have you two been dining here?" the manager asked politely. "Yeah, what's wrong?" Paige asked, feeling a little puzzled. Meanwhile, the waiter brought a young hostess over. "Ma'am, she brought the wrong guests to the table!" The hostess lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I just started working here this afternoon, so I'm not too familiar with how things work around here. The guests at this table were supposed to be seated at the regular Table 8, but I mistakenly led them to the exclusive table instead..."

He's handsome, a lord, that romantic man every woman hopes to find one day to call her own. On the small table, there was a cheese platter and a bottle of wine that I was analyzing, wonderful to be savored alongside a company that will take you to heights, giving you multiple orgasms. I was ready to take the last sip and go to the hotel to enjoy my love disillusionment when I noticed two men approaching the chair behind mine!

The table fell silent for a moment. Renee stared at the man in front of her, trying to gauge if he was joking. Before she could respond, the manager hurried over. “Apologies, the server mixed up the table numbers. This is actually table 26.” Renee turned to look at the man seated at table 27, who was clearly waiting. Feeling embarrassed, she glanced back at the man across from her. “Sorry about the confusion. Best of luck with your blind date.”

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

"But you've got the wrong idea. I'm not here on a blind date." Wait-what? My eyes went wide. "This isn't Table 87" "Yes, this is Table 8. But it's the VIP section's Table & He casually pointed out toward the main hall. "Your Table 8 is to the left when you go back out." "O-Oh, I'm so sorry! I got the wrong table!" I wanted to crawl into a hole. No wonder he looked at me like I was nuts. I shot up from my seat and rushed out of there.