Dinner at Six

Prologue. Almost Blown Away

Do you remember that uplifting, butterfly feeling in your gut when you first noticed him and thought, oh, wow, a man of my dreams with a nose that would look perfect on our future child?

And then he cast his smouldering Jude Law gaze upon you, looking like that, like you were the only woman in the room, like you were his Cameron Diaz, and the expression on his face mirrored your own. You were immediately weak in the knees.

“Hi,” he mouthed, with an amused smile touching his lips ( it seems our baby will have perfect teeth too ).

You said “hi” back, cheeks blushing, and then he actually appeared to be a man of his word.

A GREEN FLAG, thank you very much! He called you back, he invited you for your first date, which ended with a romance-worthy, swoony kiss…

Alright, alright, maybe it didn’t end just there.

You might have been a little naughty too, but oh my God, the night you spent together was, well, let’s just say—your gaze shamelessly falling onto the broken bed—totally worth it.

He worked as a glass blower and you thought, hmm, he’s one hell of a glass blower .

And then, when it couldn’t get any better, he certainly proved you wrong, because he was a gentleman who also knew when not to be gentle.

Oh, my…he was the one. At first sight, the two of you knew this was meant to be.

Do you remember that feeling? No? Well, me neither, because my story is anything but this.