Italy

Italy

“I have to go away next week.” He has a sorry look on his face.

“What? Where?” He catches me off guard and I can’t hide the surprise in my voice.

“Italy. “He sounds flat.

“For how long?” Now I sound like a pouty 15 year old.

“A week.” His tone ends a brooding octave lower.

“A whole week.” I almost sound like I’m my period, what bitch I am.

“Yes, I’m meeting with my partners; we do this 4 or 5 times a year. I wish you could come with me but, I’m afraid there isn’t time, maybe next time?”

When I get back, there is a gala in two weeks, I want you to accompany me to, and it’s on June 15^th?

 “Will grace me with your presence?  Saturday night at a charity at the Pan Pacific Hotel. It’s an annual benefit to attend and I thought   might to join this old man.” He’s shows me his full bring my heart to a complete stop smile!

“So formal an invitation. Yes, I’d love to!”