My joy at seeing Lizzie publicly humiliated was completely extinguished when the next waiter who served me became even more persistent than the first one who had sniffed me.
It was only then that I realized that the hours had passed, we were 15 minutes away from midnight, and the second waiter who was serving me wasn't letting go in any way.
I picked up the knife from my plate, and only then did he understand that there was no chance with me. I saw the moment when his eyes blinked, there was a slight apology in that.
But the damage had already been done; everyone at the table was watching me with curiosity. The only ones there who knew what was happening were the waiter and me.
Or at least, that's what I thought until I saw Antony gripping his fork as if his life depended on it, his ey
