Three-Person Dinner

"An old client bid £13 million to buy it, and the painting is still in Robert's office," Arabella hurriedly explained.

"That's £1 million more than what Robert originally paid me. He transferred the difference into my account, but I wanted to refund it. Robert refused, and I declined his dinner invitation. I just painted a replica as a gift, but he still insisted on meeting, having a meal. I couldn't gracefully decline, so I'm asking for your support. If you can't make it, I'll see if Cosmo can accompany me."

She held her breath, waiting for Reginald's response. It came quick—

"I'll be there," he said.

"Thank you," Arabella said, feeling relieved.

At six o'clock the next evening, Arabella and Reginald arrived at the private dining location chosen by Robert.

As they entered the softly lit intimate space, Arabella noticed Robert seated at a carefully chosen corner table.

As they approached, Robert stood up, wearing a charming smile. "Arabella, delightful to see you again."

Seeing Regina