"This is amazing,'' Meredith said mostly to herself between bites. She savored the creamy sauce that slid over her tongue with the fettuccine noodles. The tender medallions practically melting in her mouth. She had never eaten better than the times she was with Brayden. He really knew his food and to have found such an amazing housekeeper that could make these gourmet dinners, he was a talented scout.
Maybe that's why he had scouted Meredith to be his wife. She took a sip of her red wine and sighed deeply thinking about it before taking her next bite. She then noticed that her dishes from her apartment were displayed around the table against the wall on glass shelves as though they were bone china. The mismatched collection of plates, bowls, mugs, and serving dishes were all artistically arranged and presented on the shelves. It brightened up the otherwise dull corner where the table sat.
