Chapter 91 - Romantic Dinner

We drove to his house and when we got out of the car he walked to the car's door to open it. The door budged and I realized the floor was filled with rose petals creating a path along the corridor and reaching both his room and the kitchen.

Few candles enlightened the corridor and softly dimmed the house in a romantic atmosphere.

He began to walk through the corridor holding my hand and when we got in the kitchen the table was filled with a huge bouquet and candles. 

"Your romanticism always surprises me," I said in awe admiring the beauty of the table and dimmed in floral scent probably due to the candles.

He smiled and filled our glasses with a prestigious red wine. 

"This is just a taste of the amazing night we will spend together." 

He then stood up and went to place the dish on our table serving food to both of us.

"I will pretend I cooked this food and that I didn't have my chef cook it while I was away." He whispered as a giggle escaped from my mouth.

The rice was strawberry rice with parmesan flakes on it.

"Earlier this morning I was thinking of you tripping that woman," he shook his head, "I cannot believe you truly did that. If I told Simon he would remove you from the role of head of the company." He said sarcastic but I knew deep down he was right.

"Stop it! I regret that gesture!" I complained crying out as I covered my face with my hands in ashamed.

"You're even more beautiful when you're ashamed," he commented then he cleared his voice and his voice grew more serious. 

"Seriously speaking Lily. I hope with time you can learn to trust me and that I will never be like Carl. I would never cheat on you. I never cheated on any other woman and I surely won't do it now that I met someone who can make my heartbeat."

I smiled, even if being described as someone who could make his heartbeat was thrilling me with joy and love I couldn't stop myself from regretting even more having doubted him.

I had to gain confidence and stop allowing my fear of the past to shake me so much that I couldn't think clearly nor come to my senses turning me into a vulnerable person with such little self-confidence.

"You're right, I promise you I will never behave like that anymore. You only did good things and threatened me well. I have no reasons not to believe you or to doubt your love."

I took a few more bites of that delicious rice, the sweetness of the strawberry mixed perfectly with the saltiness of the parmesan. 

I should suggest to Joanna about that dish and tell her to put it on the menu of the restaurant she worked for.

He served the second course which was beef with vegetables to the side.

It was still good but nothing too special, even if the saffron sauce had an amazing delicate taste.

"I never had been jealous, not at all, and I blame myself for that. Sometimes, when I can't sleep because the thoughts harass me I think that if I may have been more jealous or more careful about him then he wouldn't have cheated on me." I let out a deep breath and shut my eyes for some instant, I hate to admit it even to myself let alone to the person I just began to open up with.

I opened my eyes when I felt his hand on mine and he held it, he smiled, "It's fine. you will never have to feel like that with me. I promise you."

I hoped he was right because I didn't want my heart to break again I just wanted him to secure it for the rest of my life. 

"Thank you." I smiled, driving away any thoughts about Carl.

"I can't believe you convinced Simon to let him open another company. He was thinking of opening a new one for years but he never jumped in that decision."

I finished the meat and refilled my glass of wine. I turned the bottle around and skimmed through the tag of the wine, it was named Raboso and was made in Italy, sold exclusively to special clients. 

"It's an Italian wine made in Piave, in Veneto. I would like to buy a vineyard in Italy one day."

Moving away on a farm with a Vineyard in Italy, I liked that plan, I wondered if I was added to the equation and if I will ever live with him that dream.

A succession of a few more glasses of wine and then Cameron placed the dessert on the table, a Sacher cake. 

My head started to feel lighter than usual so I filled my second glass with water and decided to stop drinking before it was too late.

"Does Joanna like her new job as a chef?" Cameron asked with curiosity and I appreciated he was interested in my friends' life and that he even remember us discussing her job as a cook.

"She does, she is very happy," I replied.

The dinner was almost over and my heart was already palpitating in my chest in anticipation of what would happen next. 

I felt very agitated to spend the night there in that hige beautiful house with someone I was so emotionally interested him that only the thought took my breath away.

When I visited people's house, I usually unconsciously scrutinize the rooms to find some hidden secrets about their tasted and their personalities. I guess houses can say much about people, depending on the matching colors used for the wall or how meticulously tidy the house is. But just like I noticed the first time I went there, from that house I couldn't perceive anything about him. It was completely mute.

Maybe his room was the only room which would speak to me about him more. 

I couldn't wait to find out.