Her dinner companion was both genial and dryly amusing, but unlike so many of her ‘set’ his comments were never barbed or cruel. She sat back and enjoyed good food and undemanding company without so much as thinking about what she was doing there.
It wasn’t until they reached the coffee and liqueur stage that she was jerked back to reality.
He reached into his pocket and took out a small, red box. She sighed inwardly. He smiled his understanding.
“I know. I’m not asking you to pretend to love me…”
They celebrated their golden wedding in the same restaurant…
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