nd even if anyone had approached her, they would have

he would have to make sur

seat she had reserved. Jessie was this type of woman who loved beautiful views and things. She had picked a table near t

act when she tells him what she wants. She had hoped he would accept her for who she was and agree to su

woman just the way Taylor was. She opened her purse and picked out her red lipstick. She removed the small mirror and flipped it open to reapply he

erself politely as she saw Mark walking toward her.

as caught up with wor

," Jessie said,

other days. "Is that a new dress? I h

. "It was meant for

ve always looked beautiful, but tonight, you look Perfect." J

er it for you?" Jessie looked

and looked at the food t

had learned about being perfect was to stay perfect, and that included eating. No talking while you eat. That was one of "THE PERFECT." rules. Eat elegantly so people will notice the way you do your

g two feet behind them. "I will

hed the waiter walk away from them. Mark adjusted his tie and sat elegantly on the c

on't like the height thing. That is why I picked this chair. Near the windo

ords. Mrs. Anderson sounded right in her ears. Imagine people calling her that.

oked at him. He smiled back, and both of them could fe

le

away. She adjusted the napkin on her lap and smiled at Mark again. She glared at his food. He had ordered a tuna poke bowl

instead. She has to be perfect while she eats. Mark doesn't like tun

thoughts. He met her gaze and

like her mind

her food. She picked up her spoon and attacked the creamy chard first, then later went to the mushroom