CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
Dinner was served in what was a one long table, seats on either side and sort of reminded me of every medieval movie I ever watched. My husband sat beside me and directly in front of me was Benoit much to my dismay. Several times, I’d felt his eyes on me, it was almost as though he wanted me to look up but I never, not once gave into the temptation. El sat on my side, two men in between us. After dinner, the wine came and a smile unknowingly found my lips at the sight of it. The palpable tension perhaps had everything do with the sudden need to not be completely sober.
“Pinot girl. It does suit you,” Suddenly Benoit spoke, looking at me right after I gave up on my decisions not to look up. The table was filled with murmurs, hence no one really paid attention to our pa
