All Dressed Up

She wondered where he’d hidden the ring.

“You look amazing, Mol.”

“You noticed,” Molly smiled, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

The restaurant was beautiful. Ornate, Parisian, elegant and way out of their usual price range. A young pianist, beautiful in a Sixties-inspired black suit which Molly suspected was an early Christian Lacroix, played slow, sexy jazz which washed around

This place looks amazing too,” she said.

So what would

“I have to find a wedding dress. It should have come through there.” She jabbed her finger in the direction

knot which had formed in her stomach seemed to tighten.

cast irritated glances over his shoulder and stab at the place

sighed and peered

dabbed at it with her napkin.

descriptions of the dishes all seemed to merge into a blur. Jus of this, compote of that…

stitched a small corsage of pearl and crystal beads in the shape of an iris, her favorite flower