She appears moments later, wrapped in a silk green dress that doesn’t even bother to hide her baby bump. I can see that she’staken pains to try, though. I don’t understand why she’s quite so self-conscious. I’ve never seen a pregnant woman more radiantthan she is.
I rise and pull out her chair for her. She slips into it nervously, her eyes darting around the restaurant. “This place is amazing.”
I look around absentmindedly, noticing the aura for the first time. The tablecloths are striped in bold black and white lines. Thechandeliers are bronze antiques and fresh white gardenias gleam in the centerpiece of every table.
“It tastes even better than it looks,” I assure her as I take my seat.
Raising my eyebrows, I look at her questioningly. “You’ve been here before?”
She shrugs as though
