She took Stephen’s arm and thought about nothing but the magical evening ahead. Stephen opened her door and settled her into the red Mustang.
The restaurant was superb, with white linen and formal place settings. The waiter flipped their napkins open and placed them in their laps. Frannie laughed with delight when the waiter poured a taste of white wine for Stephen to sample. “This is just like a movie. I’ve never tasted wine before.”
Stephen allowed her to make her own dinner selection. She chose white fish in a cream sauce and a salad. She ate slowly while Stephen consumed his steak and baked potato with gusto.
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