Not A Small-Town Girl

calm and respectful. "Mr. Charrington, Miss Darling, your meal is ready. Please enjoy."

David nodded again, then said, "Open a bottle of red wine and bring a glass of juice."

"Right away, Mr. Charrington," the manager replied before stepping away.

Danielle’s eyes lit up at the mention of wine. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she enjoyed a glass now and then.

The manager returned shortly with a bottle of wine, uncorking it with practiced ease. He poured a glass for David and moved to pour another-only for David to stop him.

"She’ll have juice," David said firmly.

dropped. Her much-anticipated wine was gone in an instant. She

drank? At the club?" Her face turned crimson as memories of her drunken behaviors came flooding back. The thought alone made her cringe. "That... that was just

legs and swirled his wine before taking

kept placing food on her plate, his actions thoughtful and natural. "How’s it

shrugged lightly. "It’s fine. Dad, Mom, and my brothers have all

did you try

response came casually. "I’m working on a remedy and needed it as one of

the surgery on your grandmother," Danielle blinked

grin. "Great. Let’s go together in a week. Do