Romans & histoires Table For Two

I was seated at the middle and the chair opposite me was empty and I guessed that's where Jason would sit but I was proven wrong when I saw the maids adding extra plates to the other two sides of the table and I got confused. The dinning was a six person table, with three chairs on each horizontal parts. I noticed that despite the beautiful aroma of the food, they didn't eat and seemed to be waiting for someone. I wondered if it was Jason they were waiting for and I thought he was being rude by keeping us waiting but who were the other two plates for or did Jason have other siblings too?

I felt a bit underdressed, but I didn't have money like these people. "Our table is over here." Beta Shawn says leading me to a table that looked like it was the head of all tables. It had a paper in the middle of it, with Calligraphy words saying 'Alpha & Beta seating - 6'. He pulled out my chair, I smiled thanking him and sat down, laying my Louis Vuitton clutch on the table. I was smiling, sitting there admiring the ball when a server comes over, bows and asks, "What would you like to drink?"

We went to the room next to the hall and there were several tables and chairs that were soon occupied by the various guests. Adam, Geneva and I clearly sat at the same table, they looked like they didn't want to eat each other alive and I was relieved for that and to be able to enjoy the moment with both of them. On the table there was a pitcher of water, glasses for us to drink the water from, and three little plaques with the numbers 13, 14 and 15 that were there to be used for us to place the bids, I clearly would not participate in any bids as I imagine Geneva would too.

And Helena sleeps through all of it, unbothered, as she always is. When it passes, I wipe my face with the back of my hand and I look at him. "A bigger table," I say. "The current one seats six," he says. "In six years this household is going to have more opinions about dinner than that table can accommodate." I look at the table. It's been in the kitchen since before I arrived. Good wood, good size, the kind of table that has absorbed years of meals and papers and late-night conversations and one very significant set of documents on a night Felicity came back from pretending to be in Costa Rica.

If they won't look at me, then I would seduce them until they beg to fuck me. Sounds desperate? Sometimes you have to be desperate to get what you want, it's an act of the needy which I identify as. I got to the table early enough so I would take the sit beside Shawn which means Mr Charles gets to sit directly beside Mrs Martinez. I have my suspicions about them, but I'll need proof to let that bother me. However, my focus and mind is on her husband who I have moved my seat so close to his. The dinner table is set in such a way that there are two chairs at the head and foot of the table and four on each side, one would think they had a big family.

Even though she didn’t seem certain. “Well, for me, I’d like something different,” Marissa said brightly. “I’m hosting a dinner tonight. My husband’s colleagues are coming. I need something for the dining table—luxurious, but not so tall that it blocks people’s view.” Auri nodded in understanding. “A long table or a round one?” “Long. Eight seats.” “Perfect,” Auri said, a spark of enthusiasm lighting her eyes. “We’ll create a low centerpiece.”

“Wait here. I’ll ask Lia to bring you a ton of food.” I nodded, unable to hide my smile, and sat down at one of the chairs surrounding the massive wooden table. I started counting the seats—twenty-four in total. At each end of the table were two chairs, probably for the family’s patriarch and his wife. I figured the others were for the future beta—my dad’s older brother—and his wife.

Tables gleamed beneath it, but there couldn't have been space for more than twenty people. That was it? That was the banquet?

Now he behaved as if it was me who wanted to lie down. I reached out and adjusted my seat. After rubbing my hair, I coughed and said, “I am not sleepy.” “Then let’s go to eat.” he said. We drove to the urban area. He took me to a private restaurant called ‘The Tables.’ If I remember correctly, The Table was a restaurant that only served ten guests a day. Furthermore, they never offered take-out service. Many people found it difficult to make reservations. In my previous life, Darren tried several times but never succeeded.

They carried out the tasks very successfully. Tablecloths in shades of red and green are draped over the lengthy tables stocked with dollars, which take up the entirety of the available floor space. There is sufficient room at the table for fifty individuals to take a seat. I have no idea how many people are expected to show up, but that could be the case. Mark and I are going to take seats near the front of the venue, where our immediate family and other close friends will be. "It's been a very long time since we last saw each other." I say as I hug Maya.