Page 28 of UnLucky Christmas
“I wasn’t going to miss out on trying a brand-new restaurant. Thanks again for inviting me.”
The manager leads us to a booth nestled in a cozy corner near a large fireplace. There’s a garland full of twinkling white lights and holiday florals hanging off the mantle. There are two tall skinny trees on either side of it, decorated from top to bottom. This is definitely my kind of place.
“Can I start you off with a drink?” the manager asks. “We have a phenomenal wine list.”
I feel my stomach turn as soon as he mentions wine. It will probably be a while before I indulge in another glass after last weekend.
“I’ll have a diet coke for right now,” I say politely.
She smiles and nods, but I’m sure she’s confused. Who comes to an authentic Italian restaurant and orders soda?
Macy flips through the menu. “I’ll have the Italian Martini. Are you sure you don’t want to try one of their Italian Martini’s, Whitney? I’ve heard they are fantastic.”
It’s not wine, but I’m just not feeling it. “That sounds yummy, but I think I’ll hold off for now.”
The manager wanders away, and Macy closes the menu.
“Isn’t this place divine?” she asks. “It’s quaint and warm. The perfect spot for a romantic winter dinner—which is how I’m describing it on my page. What do you think?”
“I think that’s a perfect description.”
I hear my phone ringing from inside my bag. I see Janelle’s number flashing on the screen.
“It’s Janelle.”
“Oh, go ahead and answer it,” she says. “I’ll post this, and then we’ll catch up.”
“Hello.”
“A group chat. Really?” Janelle spits out. “Have I taught you nothing?”
I laugh. “Yeah, I thought you’d be excited about that. It’s just the easiest way to communicate.”
It’s true whether she wants to admit it or not.
“Whatever. And I will be going ice-skating because I need to meet this Chad person for myself.”
I had a feeling she’d want to join us. Janelle thought Pete was nice, but I know she wasn’t crazy about him. Thankfully, she’s always a supportive and open-minded friend, which I appreciate.
I tell her Macy invited me to the restaurant, and of course she asks if Chad is joining.
“I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know.” As soon as I hang up, I look around for Macy, who hasn’t returned yet. I’m browsing through the menu when a deep voice speaks up.
“Anything look good?”
When I look up my stomach does a flip, and I’m not exactly sure why.
It’s Grant.
He unbuttons his suit coat and slides into the booth across from me. He’s already removed his tie and unbuttoned his top button.
“Oh, I guess Macy invited you tonight?” I don’t mean to sound snarky, but it comes out that way.
He nods, picking up the menu on the table. “Yes. My sister knows Italian cuisine is my favorite.”
“Mine too.” I take a sip of my diet coke and continue to read the menu item descriptions. For a second, I consider excusing myself and going home, but I don’t want to hurt Macy’s feelings.
“Will Chad be joining us as well?” Grant asks, flipping the page. He hasn’t looked up, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face.
