If You're Not the One
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,483
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Three
**Sorry for the delay. I've been visiting PC rooms for the past few days, and it's been hectic. I haven't gotten my computer back yet, but hopefully it will be here within this week. I also apologize for the extremely short chapter- my imagination is running a bit short, and I feel slightly self-conscious typing with others close by.**
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CHAPTER THREE
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The first word that flashed through her mind when she stepped into the extremely bright restaurant was “upper-class”. Every item, the very essence of the place screamed wealth- from the gold and cream roses wallpaper to the sparkling white damask tablecloths embroidered in gold silk. Waiters and waitresses dressed in impeccable black and white stood around, orderly and properly subservient.
They eyed her with some contempt, making her feel uncomfortable and defiant. So what if she wasn’t wearing one of those slinky, ridiculously expensive jewel-toned dresses that barely covered the other women in the restaurant? Belle had carefully picked out the most appropriate outfit in her limited wardrobe- a gauzy white blouse with imitation pearl buttons and a black silk skirt. Come to think of it, she probably looked like a worker in the restaurant compared to the others. Slightly self-conscious, Belle gazed at her friend, who was looking around with a contained nervousness and looking more than usually pretty in a summery white muslin dress with tiny soft pink rosebuds scattered over it and puffy sleeves.
“You know, it’s not too late for me to just leave,” Belle said pointedly, looking at the exit hopefully. “This place looks pretty costly.”
“Oh Belle, you promised,” Margaret pleaded, feeling anxious. Dorian was nowhere to be seen, and she was beginning to wonder if she had gotten the address right.
“Well, it is nice to see he’s prompt,” Belle quipped. “I can’t believe you made me take my glasses off. You know very well that I can hardly see a thing without them.” She glared myopically at her friend.
“But I wanted you to look nice today,” she replied. “Your glasses are hideous, Belle.”
“Thanks, Maggie. You are a supportive, wonderful friend.” She sighed gustily, speculating over when the hell Maggie’s friend would show up. Belle had been thinking that this guy must be pretty impressive to make ordinarily level-headed Margaret all fuzzy and sappy.
“There you are,” spoke a man from a distance. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, and caused a deep reverberation to go through her.
The two women turned around to meet the voice simultaneously. Margaret's face lit up at once in recognition, and she waved as she walked forward to greet the man who lounged near a table, looking completely at home in the lavish surroundings. Belle could hardly make out the relatively tall form in front of her through the haze, but she forced a polite smile on her face.
She certainly didn't see the momentary look of shock pass the man’s features when he recalled where he had seen her before.
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CHAPTER THREE
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The first word that flashed through her mind when she stepped into the extremely bright restaurant was “upper-class”. Every item, the very essence of the place screamed wealth- from the gold and cream roses wallpaper to the sparkling white damask tablecloths embroidered in gold silk. Waiters and waitresses dressed in impeccable black and white stood around, orderly and properly subservient.
They eyed her with some contempt, making her feel uncomfortable and defiant. So what if she wasn’t wearing one of those slinky, ridiculously expensive jewel-toned dresses that barely covered the other women in the restaurant? Belle had carefully picked out the most appropriate outfit in her limited wardrobe- a gauzy white blouse with imitation pearl buttons and a black silk skirt. Come to think of it, she probably looked like a worker in the restaurant compared to the others. Slightly self-conscious, Belle gazed at her friend, who was looking around with a contained nervousness and looking more than usually pretty in a summery white muslin dress with tiny soft pink rosebuds scattered over it and puffy sleeves.
“You know, it’s not too late for me to just leave,” Belle said pointedly, looking at the exit hopefully. “This place looks pretty costly.”
“Oh Belle, you promised,” Margaret pleaded, feeling anxious. Dorian was nowhere to be seen, and she was beginning to wonder if she had gotten the address right.
“Well, it is nice to see he’s prompt,” Belle quipped. “I can’t believe you made me take my glasses off. You know very well that I can hardly see a thing without them.” She glared myopically at her friend.
“But I wanted you to look nice today,” she replied. “Your glasses are hideous, Belle.”
“Thanks, Maggie. You are a supportive, wonderful friend.” She sighed gustily, speculating over when the hell Maggie’s friend would show up. Belle had been thinking that this guy must be pretty impressive to make ordinarily level-headed Margaret all fuzzy and sappy.
“There you are,” spoke a man from a distance. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, and caused a deep reverberation to go through her.
The two women turned around to meet the voice simultaneously. Margaret's face lit up at once in recognition, and she waved as she walked forward to greet the man who lounged near a table, looking completely at home in the lavish surroundings. Belle could hardly make out the relatively tall form in front of her through the haze, but she forced a polite smile on her face.
She certainly didn't see the momentary look of shock pass the man’s features when he recalled where he had seen her before.