THE DINNER. THE WEIRD GUY

I'm feeling like a Disney Princess as we stroll inside this lavishly sumptuous hotel. It's been years since I wore a long gown like this and more than two inches stilettos. I got rid of them all when I got the liberty to live alone. I despised them, until a few minutes ago when Damian pulled this one from a gift bag and handed it to me. It's corroborated! He possesses some mystic ability of making me fall in love with everything. Never would I have dreamt of wearing a long dress ever again, but here I am, bleeding a phenomenal feeling and dazzling like a diamond as my long dress sweeps the floor while we make our way to our table.

The top-notch furnishings, the spotless floor, the tranquil aura, and the exquisite aroma of the luscious cousines automatically tells you that this is a five-star hotel. There is also some sweet jazz playing in the background adding to the serenity of this hotel.

"Here, Mia regina!" Damian says, peeling his hand off my waist to pull the chair for