MONICA
Monica wavered slightly at the entrance of the upscale restaurant before stepping
onto the pink marble floor with her spiked Louboutin shoes. She’d had a long conversation
with herself before deciding to break out the luscious shoes that, up until now,
had never ventured out of her closet. Straightening her shoulders, she took a breath
and looked around the darkened restaurant for her date.
After that morning, Jack had insisted it was time to take their relationship somewhere
other than Crazy Carl’s Coffee House, and tonight was the night. La Petite Maison
was known for its twenty-dollar cocktails and sexy escargot appetizers. It was a
far cry from Crazy Carl’s. As her eyes adjusted to the subtle lighting, she noticed
twinkling votive candles arranged on intimate circular
