章 89: Truth

Three bright flaming candles sat with a beautiful arrangement of various colored roses overflowing on the table which was covered with a white cloth.

One of the candles was white. The other was red. And the last one was blue.

In the middle of those flowers and candles, a champagne bottle lies in a bucket full of ice.

It was a romantic set-up.

And it would have been a romantic dinner. Unfortunately after hearing what her husband, Charles had to say, Grace couldn't even begin to imagine anything romantic happening between them.

The man mentioned left in haste after saying his piece. Grace was unable to say anything after that. She had to stop herself from hurling the words she knew she'd regret sometime later.

If Grace would put it mildly, his proposition was a little bizarre.

If she was to be blunt about it, it was… unnerving. Insulting, discriminating.