The waiter’s long, straight black hair was loose, and he had removed his tie at some point and left the top button undone, she noticed. His high, nasal voice seemed to fade into the background again asĮllie spied their waiter coming toward them. “Dark red leather, and with the silver exterior, she’s a real showpiece-” All genuine leather,” Henry said proudly. But when he did speak, that hint of a Russian accent would drive any woman wild. Dear Lord, with a body like a medieval warrior, hair and eyes as dark as midnight, the waiter wouldn’t have to speak at all for women to fall all over themselves trying to attract his attention. She would be willing to bet money that the gorgeous, broad-shouldered waiter never droned on and on about his healthy bank account and his vintage silver corvette. She wanted to trade in her date for the waiter. It could hardly get worse, she reflected. With strappy heels and a new black silk cocktail dress, Ellie had been pleased by the woman in the mirror. Her makeup was subtle, just enough to set off her clear blue eyes. Even her hair was perfect for once, the thick black curls settling into the elaborate updo with no trouble. The restaurant, Sidarova, was beautifully appointed, the waiter polite and attentive, the dinner perfect. Ellie suppressed a sigh and sipped her wine.
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