 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Olly held his smile as he helped Esme off the couch. Yes, he was such a gentleman especially when it involved her, the love of his life. "Thank you. I hope you'll like it all. I've made all of your favourites.'' And he had made lots of it too so that Esme could have as many helpings as she liked.
He led her to the table where he let go of her hand only to pull a chair for her. "Your seat, m'lady. The good thing is that you get to start with any dish and drink you choose. So which do you want?'' Olly was so going to be her waiter.
It was all about her tonight, after all. |