Date Night

A Luxurious finish isn't needed when piecing your life back together

- Rosie Edser

Michelle looked towards the beautiful old hotel. It was locally accepted as upmarket. Very upmarket.

“Are you sure we can afford this, love?” “Yes, with that voucher. Dinner is the same price as any hotel.” Michelle worried about any hotel prices, but they were on a date night and this one was special. She smoothed her hair. “Do I look all right?”

“Amazing. Let’s go.” The path was edged with fairy-lights.

Flagstones led them seamlessly to reception where a young man greeted them. “Good evening, Madam, Sir. May I take your coats?”

He did a funny little bow as he took Michelle’s jacket, then led them to the bar. There was more delicate lighting and a black and white mosaic floor, not new and shiny but matt, after hundreds of footsteps had worn the marble.

Liam followed her gaze. “It’s not original, they imported it from Italy during the restoration.”

“It’s beautiful.” A waiter ushered them to their table.

Liam looked worried as the guy passed them large menus with no prices.