By seven, I was ready. Daniel, punctual as always, looked breathtaking in a black suit.
“Clara, you look beautiful,” he said, handing me a bouquet of roses.
“Thank you,” I blushed. “You’re not so bad yourself. Where are we going?”
“To the best restaurant,” he grinned.
“The best restaurant in town belongs to your father, Danny.”
“Exactly. That’s why we’re going to the best restaurant in Richmond.”
“That’s two hours away,” I pointed out.
“Are you in a hurry? As far as I know, your boss gave you the night off.”
I laughed. “Considering you’re my boss, I guess I can go with you to the ends of the earth.”
“And we will,” he promised, glowing with happiness. “On the way back, I’ll take you to my favorite place.”
“You’ve intrigued me. What place?”
“You’ll see. First, dinner.”
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