Six long hours later, I finally came back home and had a quick shower. Then I wore the dress I picked with Joanna in the morning and did my make up, I was so excited about having a date with a new man even if after so many years of dating I barely remembered how a date was.
The doubts filled my mind and I found myself wondering what I could talk with him about.
I was used to talking with wealthy men since in my luxury company customers were usually rich but I had never met someone with such huge success like him.
The bell rang and I checked myself at the mirror one last time, after making sure my hair was curled and styled perfectly I reached the door.
I cleared my voice and finally, I opened the door.
Cameron Collins appeared on the opposide side of the door, looking as stunning as always, so charming that he didn't even seem to realize how much his beauty was powerful, it was almost like he was used to being admired and loved by everyone.
He flashed one of his white shiny smiles and his gaze traveled through my blue short dress.
"You're beautiful." He said, lifting my hand as if he was a gentleman asking his lady to dance and then kissed the palm of it.
My cheeks heated up and I offered him a thankful smile.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked as I open the door widely enough to allow him to peek at the inside of my house.
His gaze skimmed through the living room and the bedroom but then he darted his gaze back to me.
"I am fine." He then said.
I remained speechless by his answer, usually, every man I had dated before always wanted to visit my house, but he didn't seem interested at all.
"Oh," I said, I took a step forward and closed the door behind me.
He ignored my confused facial expression, he took my arm under his and walked to the car. He had a different car from the one he had last time, this one was a blue porsche, so meticulously cleaned that it almost shined.
I sat in the car and he started, he didn't even ask me where I wanted to go.
And I began to feel a bit disoriented by the situation, not that I thought he was a serial killer but I was used to 'normal' men, the ones who are embarrassed to ask you about your ex-boyfriends and who make silly questions and always let you decide where you want to eat.
But he was different, he was the one in control and he made it look so easy and natural that I wondered if he was aware of this diversity.
He stopped in a reserved park and went to open the door for me, I sighed under my breath, at least that's something he has in common with other men.
He smiled again and then leaned closer to whisper, "I thought it would be better to rent the restaurant for us only. I hope you don't bother." He said, from his tone of voice I deduced he was slightly nervous.
"No, I truly appreciate it." I smile, "Why would I be bothered?" I said amused.
He took a relieved breath, "I am glad then, many women didn't like privacy."
Hearing that, my heart dropped, the thought he may have many women to keep him company never crossed my mind, and I didn't know why but all of a sudden I was annoyed by it.
We walked into the huge classy restaurant, my eyes widened at how beautiful and classy that place was. It was of a michelin star chef, the certificate on the wall could be visible from afar.
All the tables were empty except one at the center of the hall, on it there was a lit up a candle and a bouquet of flowers.
A waiter came in our direction and accompanied us to the table.
"Mr. Collins, we are glad to have you back." He said smiling at Cameron friendly.
The waiter's gaze traveled on me, he offered a smile and then murmured, "It's a pleasure to meet you, miss …" he waited for me to reply.
"Waldorf. Lily Waldorf," I said returning the smile.
I sat on the chair and then opened the menu.
When the waiter left I cleared my voice, "Is this something you do to impress all the girls you hang out with?"
He grimaced and snapped his tongue, "only the prettiest one."
We both giggled and then he browsed the menu as well, he skimmed through it as if he had already read it so many times he knew it by heart.
A new waiter walked to us, he got our orders and after smiling at us hugely she walked back in the kitchen.
"From the way they smile I can definitely say you will tip nicely."
He giggled at my joke and then slowly nodded, "I will do. But let's switch the spotlight on you now. You look more stunning than the usual, are you still taken?"
I smiled hearing his question, I knew my answer wouldn't have changed his interest in me.
"I am not taken. I broke up with him."
His smile turned into a grin.