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.

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

memories of her drunken behaviors came flooding back. The thought alone made her cringe. "That... that

elegant in his black suit, crossed his legs and swirled

plate, his actions thoughtful and natural. "How’s it been, settling back with the Darling family?" he asked after

Dad, Mom, and my brothers have

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

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

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

"Great. Let’s go together in a week. Do we need to prepare