Chapter 56
Sunday.
It's around 7PM.
"He told me he'd send a car to get us," I inform Scott and he looks surprised
"Oh," he says. "I guess I won't be driving today then."
He's is in a navy blue suit, and a white button down dress shirt. His hair looks better than ever and his shoes aren't boots, or sneakers. For all I know, people who wine and dine at Rosewood dress to impress, you can't go there looking like a homeless person or a gothic rock band member. Rosewood, is a place of class, a sophisticated restaurant, it only accommodates elegant people. I bet the Queen has been there once.
Roxy is in a hot pink, bare-back silk dress that reaches above her knees. She's in wedges. The pink matches with the baby pink dye on the edges of her hair. She looks pretty and colorful.
I chose a grey, off-shoulder dress that goes all the way down to my ankles and of course my Jimmy Choo strappy heels work the magic. The dress outlines my pretty body and my curves are screaming loud.
Outside, a car hoots and we all leave Vic behind.
"Be a good baby." Roxy pats her brother on his cheek and he rolls his eyes at her.
"Whatever. Have fun." He waves at us as we enter the fancy limousine.
Blake sure has a unique way to treat his girl. I can't wait to see him there.
"Master Blake will be with you shortly after you arrive," the chauffeur says as he drives.
The inside looks like something in a movie. My life with Blake feels like a movie.
Roxy's eyes take in all the surroundings. From the magazines at one side of the seat, to the champagne in an ice bucket. She opens it with ease and takes a long swig, straight from the bottle.
"Hey, easy on that, Roxy. We haven't even been on the road for five minutes," Scott warns her, taking the bottle away.
"Sorry, I'm a little nervous," she sighs.
"Relax, take deep breaths, you'll be fine." I try to comfort her. "We'll be there in a couple of minutes."
For the rest of the ride, we remain silent, each of us staring out the windows. I text Blake.
*Can't wait to see you, babe. Xoxo*
He doesn't reply and I assume he's getting himself ready. I'm a little anxious.
Relax, it's just Blake, you're used to him.
I sigh as the driver pulls over right in front of the entrance. Someone in the restaurant's uniform opens the door for us and we walk out like the "sophisticated" people we are. Roxy is killing it in that dress. Her shoulders look stiff but her head is held high.
"Thank you," she tells the man in uniform. She even sounds posh and I bite my tongue not to laugh.
Our chauffeur for the day drives off. I bet he's gone back to the Dawson's house until it's time to take us back home.
My hair is blown by the wind and the curls move all over my face.
As we enter we confirm our reservation.
"A reservation by Mr. Dawson. Blake Dawson, for four," I say in the most sophisticated voice. Scott smiles and shoves his hands in his pockets.
We walk to our table and Roxy marvels at the chandeliers above us. The champagne flutes. The white cloths covering the tables. The red napkins folded into origami lilies.
The men in here are all in tuxedoes while the women are in designer dresses and tiny clutch bags. The entire room feels cool and smells of candle wax, hothouse lilies and expensive perfume. In one corner an orchestra is busy playing.
"Wow! I'm impressed," Roxy tells me with wide eyes.
"It's quite a lovely place," Scott says, his eyes sweeping from one corner to the other. As we're seated at our table, a waitress arrives.
"I've been told this is Mr. Dawson's table?" she asks and we nod. "Great. Place your orders, anything you wish, everything has been paid for." She smiles a beautiful smile as we make our orders and I thank her before she leaves.
When our food is brought, accompanied by champagne, I'm not surprised both Scott and Roxy ordered chicken.
"What? How do you expect me to hang around two chicken-eating humans and not get addicted?" Scott defends himself and we all chuckle. Vic and Roxy love chicken, more than anything in this world.
The food is quite lovely as I remember. Blake and I have been here a couple of times in the last few months and the service here never disappoints.
When I'm done eating, I text him again.
*Hey, where are you? We're waiting for you*
Minutes later, no reply. It's 8:30pm now. We're all done eating. Scott went out to get some air and Roxy is sipping her champagne, probably busy texting Kye on her phone.
I sigh.
Where the hell is he?
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