Tony rang the doorbell promptly at six and handed her a big bunch of roses. They were interspersed with tiny sprigs, like a wedding bouquet. Had they been red, Sarah would have been worried. As it was, they were yellow, so she decided she had no cause for concern. At least not tonight.
Sarah had gotten dressed up for the occasion in one of her nicest cocktail dresses, bright yellow with little beads along the neckline, and Tony was very complimentary. "You look absolutely stunning, Sarah," he said sincerely, looking deeply into her eyes across the table in Garozzo's Ristorante. Sarah smiled back.
Both the maitre d' and the waiter had greeted Sarah familiarly when they arrived. She had been there so many times over the past couple of weeks, she guessed she was becoming something of a regu
