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“Would you like a bottle of wine, Mr Fitzgerald?” the waiter asks, his tone respectful

“Bring the Chateau Petrus Porab the bottle I don’t know uess it’s damn expensive

I look over thesounds good, and to my embarrassment, my stomach rumbles as I consider my options

The waiter colass of wine, before setting the bottle in a bucket of ice to chill He then reads off the specials

Ryan lets me order my food first, and then his own When the waiter leaves with our order, I take a sip of the wine, and nearly fall out of my chair

“This is delicious,” I rave, taking another sip Ryan smiles, pleased by my reaction

“I’ lass down before I start guzzling it Somehow, I doubt Ryan would appreciate it

Since I affect his ie apparently

“I have to make an appearance at a charity event in Septeht, baby?”

My heart melts at his boyish tone

“Of course I’ll start looking for a dress now”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll find you a dress,” he says, taking a sip of his oine I cover lass

“You don’t want me to pick out my own dress?”

He sighs with i fed up with me I don’t knohy “Why do you always uy? Have you considered that maybe I just want to treat you? Take some stress off your shoulders so you don’t have to worry about it?”

I deflate, disappointed in myself