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.

much-anticipated wine was gone in an instant. She frowned. "Why can’t I

face turned crimson as memories of her drunken behaviors came flooding back. The thought

suit, crossed his legs and swirled his

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

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

her expression for a moment. "Why did you try to bid on

a remedy and needed it as one of the

the surgery on your grandmother," Danielle

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