After changing her clothes three times, Beth irritatedly settled on a pair of blue jeans and a black T-shirt.
It was generic and said, ‘I didn’t give this a lot of thought and just threw on the first thing I touched.’ Which couldn’t have been further from the truth.
At five minutes to seven, she left her room, her feet feeling as heavy as cement blocks, although her mind was dangerously curious despite her apprehension.
The dining room received her at one minute to seven with the low, warm light of the overhead fixture turned down and the table set immaculately as though this was a formal dinner with dignitaries and not just Beth.
The setup caught her by surprise, and the idea of this dinner being more, after what had happened between them, was something she had no roadmap for.
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