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.

gone in an instant.

her drunken behaviors came flooding back.

effortlessly elegant in his black suit, crossed his legs and swirled his wine before taking a leisurely

but David didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he kept placing food on her plate, his actions thoughtful and natural. "How’s it been, settling back with the Darling family?" he asked

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

moment. "Why did

response came casually. "I’m working on a remedy

week, I’ll have time to perform the surgery on your grandmother," Danielle blinked her clear, beautiful

lips curving into a grin. "Great. Let’s go together in a