Dear Gabe and Mirella, We had a wonderful time on Saturday night. We would love to hear from you again. Weston & Bridget MY EYES GLANCE AT THE TELEPHONE NUMBER on the bottom of the card, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I was not expecting this at all—it’s all so absurd. “What’s wrong Mirella? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” “It’s just…it’s…” I’m at a loss for words. “Oooh,” Sylvia perks up. “Are the flowers from someone else? Do you have a secret admirer?” she asks, curious. Yes, I’m sure she’d love that. Then, she could tell Gabe all about my torrid secret affair and snatch him right out from under me. With an uneasy laugh, I explain, “It’s just a wonderful couple Gabe and I met on Saturday night.” I really don’t need her starting some unfounded rumors. She reads the card and her smile fades.
