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Selection of Local Cheeses and Breads
Alban Estate Grenache 2006
Coffee and Petits Fours
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Well, that accounts for the number of crystal glasses in
Well, that accounts for the number of crystal glasses in
every size that crowd my place setting. Our waiter is back,
offering wine and water. Behind me, the sides of the tent
through which we entered are being closed, while at the
front, two servers pull back the canvas, revealing the
sunset over Seattle and Meydenbauer Bay.
It’s an absolutely breathtaking view, the twinkling lights
of Seattle in the distance and the orange, dusky calm of the
bay reflecting the opal sky. Wow. It’s so calm and
peaceful.
Ten servers, each holding a plate, come to stand
between us. On a silent cue, they serve us our starters in
complete synchronization, then vanish again. The salmon
looks delicious, and I realize I am famished.
“Hungry?” Christian murmurs so only I can hear. I
know he’s not referring to the food, and the muscles deep
in my belly respond.
“Very,” I whisper, boldly meeting his gaze, and
Christian’s lips part as he inhales.
Ha! See . . . two can play at this game.
Christian’s grandfather engages me in conversation
immediately. He’s a wonderful old man, so proud of his
daughter and three children.
It is weird to think of Christian as a child. The memory
of his burn scars come unbidden to my mind, but I quickly
quash it. I don’t want to think about that now, though
ironically, it’s the reason behind this party.
I wish Kate was here with Elliot. She would fit in so
well—the sheer number of forks and knives laid out before
her wouldn’t daunt Kate—she would command the table.
I imagine her duking it out with Mia over who should be
table head. The thought makes me smile.
The conversation at the table ebbs and flows. Mia is
entertaining, as usual, and quite eclipses poor Sean, who
mostly stays quiet like me. Christian’s grandmother is the
most vocal. She, too, has a biting sense of humor, usually
at the expense of her
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