Table For Two の小説・ストーリー

I looked at the black chairs and slowly counted each place that was set with white fine china. “Why didn’t we get a table for two instead of 8.” I mumbled as I looked over at the table that was a little ways from ours. That table had only two plates on it that were black. While our table was a finely polished dark looking wood, the other table had a white table cloth that I thought made it look more romantic. “I have some guests that will be joining us.” Lucas stated as I looked back at my plate in confusion. I furrowed my brows as I looked up at him disapprovingly.

Along the windows stood a long wooden table with six wooden chairs and a modern wooden chest of drawers. As she moved closer, she saw that the table looked very elegant and was set for dinner. There were only two light grey table mats with white plates, silver cutlery and glasses prepared, so she knew that only the two of them would dine there tonight. A lovely glass vase with fresh white roses stood in the center of the table, providing a romantic atmosphere.

he kept bragging that his wife was fascinated by the romantic dinner. I was so intrigued by the place that I didn't notice when Victor walked away from us, I turned my eyes to the guy who was waiting on her. —The meza for two is ready and the food is freshly served, just as Mr. Santoro indicated. —For two? —No, no, there must be a mistake, the table should be for three. —No, miss, Mr. Santoro was clear, a table for two to celebrate his fiancée's birthday.

Ryker didn’t concern himself too much, he took the lead and walked the two ladies to the second hall where Morpheus had everything arranged. On getting there, their mouth opened in surprise at the expensive decoration and setups. Outside the air is as cold as ice but inside the hall is a completely different feeling. The warm glow of the fire illuminates the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The long dining table is covered with a white tablecloth, and it is adorned with silver candelabras, crystal goblets, and plates of delicious food. But the trays of food are arranged in two ways, one set at the far end of the table and the other set at the beginning of the table. It shows th

I was already so darn irritated and I didn't even know why. "Sure." She took my money and asked me to have a seat at any of the tables while she gets my order. I obliged and then took a seat by rare right, close to the window. I rest my hands on the table and dug out my phone, ready to go through my messages. I removed my headset from my neck and placed it over my head. I smiled as soon as my W******p loaded my messages and a message from Becca and Audrey glared at me. I clicked on Audrey's message and it opened:

I cautioned myself, “This is Gavin Pierre, pull yourself together!” Besides, it was a contract marriage, one that didn’t need consummation, but damn my body for betraying me like that- we wanted two different things. As I walked through the hallway back to him, I was mesmerized by the scenery before me. The dining table was set ever so beautifully, with two plates of salad and steak served in fine wares. A candle light lit in the middle of the table, with soft music playing in the background. The smile came involuntarily.

"Mimi, maybe you should be courteous and invite Mr. Johnson and his new girlfriend to join us." Miranda's eyes twitched. "Are you sure, Jack?" They were already squeezed around a table for two, with an extra chair barely fitting three. He wanted to add two more people? Was he kidding? She wasn't sure why he'd say something so off-the-cuff. Keeping her smile, Miranda turned to Willow. "Apologies, we don't have space to invite you to join us. Why not sit over there? They're all two-person tables." Willow said nothing in response.

I muse, looking around. Angela laughs again. She waves around. “No statues of my dad. Are you disappointed?” I shrug and look down at the table in front of here. There’s like five forks and three spoons and eight knives. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head. “Are you having a feast?” I say. “No, no,” Angela says. “We’re working on table manners today. No food just how to consume it.” I raise my eyebrow. “There’s a proper way to eat?”

We stopped at the entrance to the dining room. A massive mahogany table stretched out before us, capable of seating twenty, but only two places were set. At the head of the table sat a leather-bound book, its edges gilded and its cover cracked with age. The original Charter. I moved toward it, my feet feeling like lead. Darius stayed close, his presence a dark shadow at my back, his heat a physical lure that I was finding harder and harder to resist. I reached out, my fingers hovering over the cover.

“My fiancée eats for two.” I elbow him. Daniel smirks. “I’ll alert the kitchen,” he says, turning on his heel and disappearing with a quiet chuckle. Luke turns back to me. “Shall we?” He leads me to the table, pulling out my chair. “M’lady.” I roll my eyes, but my heart feels like it might burst. I sit down, smoothing my dress over my lap, watching as he takes the seat across from me. The table is elegant yet intimate, set with white linens, gleaming silverware, and a single candle flickering between us.