Vanessa
Lance had insisted that we have lunch at some fancy new restaurant in town. I didn’t mind it, but I had a feeling there was a reason behind it. My father had left for work early this morning and I had been surprised to see that my mother had stayed home. Of course, she had been dressed to spend some time in the garden and Lance had made his suggestion that just the two of us go out. It wasn’t all that strange, but I knew there was more to it than that. Once we were seated, I couldn’t help but admire the minimalistic décor. It was sleek in design and offered a sense of luxury that I hadn’t seen before. Our server was quick to hand over the menu and Lance ordered a bottle of their finest red wine.
“So, are you going to tell me why you insisted we come here for lunch?” I casually q
