He handed the keys to the valet to park the car and we walked into the supper club. A Sinatra song filled the air and the décor made me feel I’d stepped back in time. Tables covered with white cloths and chairs upholstered in black-and-white zebra print filled the center of the room. Dark walls held large prints of Florida natives, giving one the feel of the tropics. A small stage with red velvet curtains was located to the side of the dining room with a highly polished bar opposite. We were escorted to a table for two where the waiter pulled out my chair for me to be seated and passed a wine list to Chadwick. After perusing it for a few moments, Chadwick made a choice, ordered a bottle, and then turned his full attention to me. “So,” he said, leaning forward with a smile. “Amazing doesn’t seem to be an adequate enough word to describe how you look tonight.” I couldn’t recall the last time a man had been so complimentary. “Thank you. I have to thank Mavis Anne for letting me borrow this dress and headband.”
