ALMA

We sat down at the table setting, Carl asked, "Shall we eat first, my love?"

I smiled, my eyes locked onto his, and replied, "Food is important, after all!"

Carl's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and he rang a small bell by the side of the table.

The workers glided in with trays bearing an assortment of delicacies, and the aroma of succulent lobster and tender steak filled the air. My stomach growled in anticipation as Carl took my hand, his fingers intertwined with ...