Re: Main Dining Room
The flower looked beautiful in her hair, as he thought it would. For a moment, he was possessed of the desire to lean forward and pressed a light kiss to the curls beside the flower, but he restrained himself. Startling her wasn't something he wanted. "They say it's the thought that counts," he agreed with a wry smile.
When the waiter brought the first glasses of champagne to them, he took them and handed one to the lovely lady at his side. "You're welcome to pick the next," he told her, tapping the list of choices the waiter had left at their table. He lifted his glass to her. "To the belle of the ball, a woman who has impeccable taste in drinks."