Five Weeks After the Wedding
CHARLOTTE
The newly opened restaurant Nick chose has the vibe of a 1940s gangster movie. The lights are old-fashioned golden bulbs set in ornate brass sconces, and heavy maroon velvet drapes cover the windows. I’m sandwiched into a curved leather booth and across from me, my husband grins at me like he’s the only one who knows the punchline. Which he probably is.