The maitre’d greets us as we walk through the door. He is dressed impeccably in his well-tailored sport coat and silk tie. He asks for our reservation, and a hostess in an sultry black dress escorts us to our seats. The restaurant is a posh reminder of a forgotten elegance, days when people dressed to dine, when people went to see and be seen. As soon as we sit down, our waiter presents us with a bottle of champagne. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Jones,” he says as he pops the champagne bottle in one simple flourish. We toast to our new marriage and the journey on which we are embarking.

Prompt from 365 Creative Writing prompts. Story to be continued tomorrow.

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