Romance On The Table Novels & Stories

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.

Nothing about this nonsense was romantic. The room lacked any trace of romance even with all the red decorations, and it was evident that the setup didn't align with his expectations or desires. As Lumiére made his way towards the table, he couldn't help but notice the extravagant setup in the room. A magnificent golden chandelier hung above, casting a warm glow on the round table that awaited them. There were only two chairs, one for him and one for Lady Eloise. The table itself was adorned with a white tablecloth covered in delicate flowers, and golden plates were carefully arranged on top.

The table was adorned with fresh flowers, their vibrant colors adding a touch of natural beauty to the scene. A delicate bouquet of roses, handpicked with love, stood as the centerpiece, symbolizing the blossoming romance between the two. "Do you like it?", Damian asked, making a deep eye contact with her. "No I didn't.", Stella replied, making him shocked. "Because I love it.", She added, making him smile. The meal itself was a culinary masterpiece, each dish was a work of art, presented with utmost care and attention to detail. The delicate aromas of the cuisine mingled with the flickering candlelight, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that heightened their senses.

There is warm lighting hanging off the tents, with candles on the table. In four words, this place is romantic. The hostess leads us to the table at the end not too far from the glass barricades. “I’ll get your waiter for this evening.” And then she leaves. I’m stunned by this breathtaking view. There are just two couples here and there’s a moderate space between our table and theirs. Dominique pulls out a chair for me and I sit down. He sits down opposite me, with his unwavering attention on me. “Are you okay?”

There was a soft candlelight glow illuminating the scene, on the table was a crisp white tablecloth adorned with delicate lace overlays. Fresh rose flowers in a centerpiece, and Elegant silverware and sparkling crystal glasses were sitting neatly beside each plate. The table is set with fine china and a folded cloth napkin, tied with a ribbon. A scattering of rose petals adds a touch of romance while flickering candles create a warm and intimate ambiance. There lay a big banner by the side of the table which reads. “I am sorry for being a dumbass,” Chloe picked it up and looked back at her husband to see him on his knee.

Alexa held onto Salvatore’s arm as they entered, and a kind host led them to a small table in the center of the restaurant. “You’re right. This is the full experience,” Alexa observed as Salvatore pulled her chair out for her to sit. A three-man band played in one corner and a water wall adorned the other side of the room. Fresh flowers were in small vases on every table, but she noticed that the other tables had only small sprigs, while the flowers on the table she shared with Salvatore were full, red roses. The night passed slowly in laughter and blissful thoughts of their future. Salvatore told her about anything he could think of about his life and childhood, and she told him about the b

The way the hostess gave him a double look made my skin crawl. “Yes…um, right this way.” Heath followed her with Nora as we trailed behind. “Jealous?” “Nope, I can take her.” Luca smirked at that but didn’t comment further. “Is this okay?” She asked as Heath pulled out a chair for Nora. “Yes.” I said, shortly as Luca did the same for me. She nodded and walked away quickly. “This is a nice place.” Nora said and looked around. The black stretchy table clothes looked amazing, with the low lighting and good accents. Soft music was playing in the background, making this a very romantic settling.

The ballroom was alive with murmurs, champagne glasses clinking nervously as more and more of society’s elite circled near Roman and Elena’s table, hungry to witness what everyone was now calling the scandal of the year. Roman had expected to endure handshakes, shallow congratulations, and thinly veiled questions about the marriage contract. Instead, what he got was Elena, acting the part of a woman hopelessly, recklessly in love. She leaned into him as if she belonged there, laughter bright and shameless, her hand brushing his tie as though straightening it.

Candles flickered everywhere on the table and along the surrounding walls creating a warm and romantic golden glow. The table was set with fine china and crystal glasses. And the food; there were at least six different dishes, each one looking bigger than the last. It was beautiful. Like something from a romantic movie. And it made my stomach turn. Because I knew exactly what this was. And who had arranged it. "Do you like it?" I jumped as arms wrapped around me from behind. Richard's expensive cologne wrapped around me as he bent and pecked me from behind. "Richard," I managed to say. "What is all this?"

Not too much as to seem vulgar and not entirely covered up as to suggest nothing was showing there. THE DINNING ROOM was cast into a warm glow from various candles and emitted the feel of a romantic setting. There was a bunch of rose on one side and the air smelled nice, which was torture for Emily as Cole, sitting at the far end of the long table looked regally handsome and attractive in a sort of way that made her heart beat strangely.