Dora had to personally contact the chef about what he was going to make for dinner, her fingers brushing over the notepad where she had scribbled down notes, making sure she didn't forget a single detail.
The plan was to apologize to Dante and have him realize that what he thought was the last she wanted to do.
I'll have to forgo the money he promised, she thought, her stomach twisting slightly at the idea, but it would be worth it.
Slowly but surely arrangements were made even as she went out of her way to decorate the dining room more than usual, draping soft candles along the table and fluffing the napkins until they looked perfect.
Anyone that entered would think it was a candlelight dinner between lovers, the warm glow of flickering lights reflecting off the polished silverware, which was the mood she was trying to set up.
