Page 6 of Goodbye To Tomorrow

"Of course, I love it! It's beautiful!" She responded.

The hostess led us to a window table that provided a beautiful view of the city.

“The waiter will be over momentarily,” the hostess said, giving us a menu as she walked away. Minutes later, the waiter was at our side. We placed our order after scanning through the menu; the waiter promised to come back with our request as soon as possible.

I stared into Gracen's eyes with a soft smile on my face.

"Oh my God!" She said shyly, burying her face in her hands.

"Why am I so shy around you all of a sudden?" She asked almost inaudibly.

"Well, I think it's because you just said ‘yes’ to me." I replied with a wink.

Gracen laughed at the sound of my words, burying her face further down between her palms.

"You are not helping," she blurted out again somewhat muffled.

A minute of silence ensued as I took time observing the beauty in front of me.

"What are you doing?" She asked still covering her face.

The smile on my face widened.

"I was thinking," I said, placing my right hand on my chin.

"I was thinking we should go see my parents for a formal introduction; it's what people do, right?” I asked as she looked on with adoration in her eyes.

“I am sure they would be glad to meet you. We have discussed so many times me bringing you home. Especially my mom; she seems to have become fond of you without even meeting you. Well except for the pictures I showed her and the fact that she has bought every magazine you’ve graced.”

Gracen slowly uncovered her face to reveal a wholesome facial blush that had been hiding behind her palms. She didn't have to say a word; her expression already said it all. It was evident she already relished the opportunity to see my parents for the first time. She had also seen a few pictures of them on my tablet, but nothing was better than actually seeing them in person.

"So, I am thinking, we could do that next weekend. Is it a good time for you Gracen?" I inquired to see if the trip would fit in with her schedule.

"No problem, I am good for next weekend," she said reservedly in a soft voice. “So much in a day,” she mused as she slowly flipped her hair. Her skin glowed beneath the dim light that served as the source of light in the small but elegant restaurant.

The waiter returned, carrying one tall bottle of champagne and two wine glasses. He slowly positioned the two glasses in front of us and placed the champagne bottle at the center of the table.

"May I?" The waiter inquired pointing towards the bottle in question.

"Nah! We've got it," I responded politely.

The waiter straightened up immediately from his bent posture and promised to get back with our remaining order in no time as he disappeared once again.

The room was aglow with our delight as we chatted about the night, the weekend plans and our love and the future.

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