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“Girl,
there is a for real stretch limo parked outside your building. A chauffeur and
a limo, who the hell would’ve ever guessed. I nearly peed myself when I looked
out the window.”
    Cyn loved Adele like the sister she never had, but the woman was
literally making her more nervous with every word that came out of her mouth.
Sitting on the chair in the corner and ignoring her best friend’s ramblings,
she took a deep breath, looked back out at that crazy half-moon hanging in the
sky, and thought  “Wonder what grandpa would do?”
    He would get off his butt and keep his commitment.
    Standing up and straightening the skirt on her little black dress,
Cyn fluffed the bottom of her hair and snapped her fingers at Adele to get her
attention. “Okay, crazy woman, get yourself together. We have to go back out
there or old Jeeves is gonna think we’re a couple of weirdos.”
    With her hand on the doorknob she added, “Oh, and Roman is not ‘my
man’.”
    Never one to be outdone, Adele quickly countered, “Ah, I beg to
differ. He so is and Jeeves was the butler, James is always the chauffeur.
You’re gonna be living uptown soon, sweetpea, ya’ gotta get these things
right.”
    Holding in her laughter, Cynthia shook her head as she finished,
opened the door, and walked out into the living room. Grabbing her clutch that
Adele had loaded with her essentials, she kissed her best friend on the cheek
before putting her wrap over her shoulders and walking towards the door.
    Roman’s chauffeur took off his hat this time, bowed at the waist,
and presented her with the flowers he’d been holding since his arrival. “My
name is Laurent. I will be your driver for the evening. These are from Mr.
Marinos.” His voice was so deep and so heavily accented it took Cyn a minute to
understand what he was saying, but in her usual fake-it-til-you-make-it way,
she smiled and thanked him politely while inhaling the aroma of the beautiful
blooms. She had no idea what kind of flowers they were, but it didn’t matter.
They could’ve been dandelions. They were Roman and his thoughtfulness made her
giddy.
    She handed her flowers to Adele, who immediately mock curtsied and
giggled. “I’ll put them in some water, milady. You go have fun.”
    Shaking her head, Cynthia almost ran head first into the door
Roman’s chauffeur had opened when she wasn’t looking. As she attempted to laugh
off her embarrassment, she heard Adele snort behind her but noticed Laurent
wasn’t at all affected by her faux pas.
    Guess he deals with us middle class Mollies all the time…
    Taking the bent arm he offered, Cyn walked down the stairs and out
the door of her building, straight into the waiting stretch limo her bestie had
been so enamored with. Climbing in as gracefully as possible, she jumped with
surprise when Laurent reached in front of her, pressed a button, and out popped
a mini bar complete with chilling champagne.
    “A small cocktail for your ride, Miss St. James?”
    “Oh,” she squeaked, then after clearing her throat continued.
“Yes, that would be nice. Thank you.”
    Watching him expertly pour the bubbly liquid into what she knew
without a doubt was Baccarat crystal, Cyn tried to act cool while the teenager
inside her was squealing with delight. Silently handing her the flute, Laurent
excused himself with a nod of his head and before she’d finished her first
taste of the best champagne she’d ever had, they were on their way.
    Slowly sipping one of her favorite drinks and smiling as the
bubbles tickled her nose, Cyn watched the sites change from the busy streets of
the city to the silent, peaceful scenes of the country. She knew Roman’s estate
was almost an hour from her office. Had seen a magazine spread with pictures of
his home, stables, tennis courts, an eight-hole golf course for his private
use, and absolutely breathtaking gardens.
    Relaxing back into the seat, Cyn yawned then shook herself to keep
from doing it again. “Oh wow,