Chapter 8
Oh Lord in heaven, I’ve screwed up with this man already and you just sent him to me.
Kiwi sat through the five-course meal with Jennifer, Anthony and Gio. Three things were obvious. Gio was polite and a generous host. She didn’t know what fork or spoon went with what course which made her a disaster as a potential girlfriend. And three, he might deserve better.
She patted her stomach and wished if not for her own happiness, that somehow she could fix her mistake. The first thing she’d do is find a video explaining fancy silverware choices.
Or maybe she just wasn’t sure how to take a hint when Gio had held up his own as a clue. Clearly she’d been on her own for too long.
As she finished her dessert, she sat back, replete. The food more than lived up to its reputation. The mu
