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I take a seat “Thank you”

He hands us our ht back with the chane you requested with your reservation, monsieur”

“Merci,” Jackson says in a perfect French accent

I wait until we’re alone “Jackson, what’s going on?”

He gives ?”

I gesture to our surroundings “Sure you can…but this is over the top What’s the occasion?”

He waits to respond as our host returns with a corked bottle of chalass and sets the bottle in a bucket of ice next to our table

“Would you like to hear our specials?”

Jackson shakes his head “No, thank you”

The waiter gives a short nod “Very well Olivia will be your serveuse this evening She should be with you in a few moments”

When our host exits the roo on? Why all the fanfare?”

He grabshis thu so hard lately and we’ve barely seen each other I thought this would be nice”

I sink into my chair with a knot in my stomach “This is too much”

He holds up his glass of chane “Just relax, Devyn Should we toast?”

I grab my flute “What should we toast to?”