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As I walked through the driveway, headed for the bar's entrance, I was impressed at the renovation that had been done to the place. It looked better upclose.

I still remembered when Dennis told me, before our wedding, about renovating the place. We had both stayed up for several nights after a hectic workday, picking designs and themes.

A smile creeped onto my lips. Those were fun times. Times when I had no gaping worry.

He let me on throughout the whole process of the renovation. After the renovation, he showed me pictures of the place and we both took pride in our taste in the designs that we chose as they turned out exceedingly well.

My heart warmed and my smile widened at how we had argued nonstop about who picked which design.

The result that the renovation yielded was the best part. The new welcoming yet intriguing designs had attracted more customers, causing the spot to be one of his bubbliest bars.

As I stepped into the bar, goosebumps scattered all over my skin as all eyes fell on me.

It was as though they had just seen a rarely-seen celebrity walk into a random coffee shop. Some of them even craned their necks to see me.

Weird.

Was this like a norm in bars or there was something else? I wondered as I made my way to the counter while I discreetly glanced down at my tummy.

pregnant woman was in a bar

girl there. They both looked like they just stepped out of

while before they

and the girl hid her blush with her hair as she glanced down, pretending to scribble

you like to have?

the drinks on the menu in his hands and reading them

just a tip of the iceberg. The interior of the bar was stunning. If I loved close by, I could

of Dennis' words as we picked out designs and furnitures. "You know, I want it to feel like home. Not just some bar you walk into to knock yourself out. Even if it will be just a little, my patrons should have an inkling of what a home feels and look like

even some of the tables were padded too. It gave the place the look, and I'm certain, the feel he wanted. I guess the wooden chairs we picked out together

remembered picking out

of him. us, of what we could create together. Dennis and I, we work and fit together so well.

to ram it into your brains to direct customers to their seats, hand them the men, then go attend to them there? The voice got my attention and the three of

beside me, and glared

Then the girl stepped out from behind the counter, "Ma'am, please, let me lead you

Immediately I said that I wondered if I should've just ordered something before I made my intention

I turned to the man. His eyes were

"Hello," I smiled.

I didn't recognize

"It's okay."

introduced himself as the manager of the bar then he turned to the attendants. "Come on, greet. She's the boss'

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