As they arrived at the restaurant Frankie's stomach was going wild with nerves. The way Xavier brushed past his mother's comments about being happy they were spending the night together trying to build a familiar bond, made Frankie realise how smooth a liar he was. Portia suspected nothing. Was it so unthinkable they would be attracted to one another? Frankie decided to try and put her nagging thoughts to one side. It was hard not caring about what people thought about her, she was taught that self-image could make or break her. The doubt sat on her shoulder like the devil, she was aware it was there but tried desperately to ignore it. Instead, she chose to concentrate on the moment. Gazing around the restaurant, she had expected something special. The place exceeded her expectations. The
