I arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes later and checked my reflection on the rearview mirror one more time before exiting the car. I suddenly felt conscious and nervous when I entered the restaurant. I approached the host, and he greeted me then asked for my reservation.
I can feel eyes on me, which doesn't help with my nerves at all. I told the host I was here with Mr. DeLuca, and he beamed upon hearing the name. He ushered me inside and brought me to a private room on the restaurant's second floor. It was a dimly lit room full of flower petals and soft music coming from the guy with the violin at the corner of the room.
I was not surprised by the setup. Marcus has done a similar thing on our first date, and I wouldn't put it past him to do such grandeur. Marcus stood up when he sa
