She's Not Cinderella

Insert Conversation Here

"So."

"Um."

"Nice weather."

"Yeah."

"This, um, seems like a great restaurant."

"It is."

I shuffled nervously.

William and I were sat opposite each other in a huge, richly decorated restaurant. I had never been anywhere so lavishly decorated - huge chandeliers dripping with diamonds hung above my head, one of those velvet chairs could probably individually cover my school fees, and the marble dance floor was littered with well-dressed couples, swaying to an orchestra, tucked comfortably away in the corner.

I had to be honest, I didn't like it.

I wasn't one of them, even if the waiter wanted his photograph taken with me.

Photographers snapped and the windows, tiny flashes scattering across my vision.

Why couldn't William have taken me to a cosy little diner instead?

I couldn't even pronounce anything on the menu. In a desperate attempt to make conversation, I pointed at the gold rimmed booklet in front of me.

"What are you ordering?"

He smiled down at me, and my heart skipped a beat.

He spouted out some French kerfuffle, and I nodded as if I understood.

"Uh, what do you recommend for me?"

He spouted something else and I nodded.

"I've always wanted to try that. Would you mind ordering for me?"

William grinned and waved for a waiter.

"Would you like to order?"

"Yes. I'll be having the..."

My mind drifted off to Jordan.

He had insisted he stay in my apartment. To be honest, I was really scared of living alone. I had the jitters about every creak, and I hated the fact I was always sleeping above people in their offices. Anyway, Jordan was so fun, and easy to talk to. Quite handsome as well. Sometimes I-

"Adeline? Are you listening?"

I snapped back to William.

"Sorry, you were saying?"

"I am actually sick of those journalists. Those cameras." he let out a little splutter and I giggled, but stopped myself, seeing how angry William looked.

William stood up abruptly, his chair falling to he floor behind him, and making to leave. I stood up as well, wondering what he was doing.

He grinned and pushed me down into my seat.

"This is a mans job, love."

My jaw dropped. Since when was he... such a bastard?

I was about to retort when I realised William had left the booth, and I concentrated on the glass of lemonade in front of me.

Suddenly, voices erupted.

"Don't you understand?! Adeline Swan needs her privacy, and it is your job as a waiter to make sure she gets just that!"

"B-but sir, from the windows, I-I can't leave during my shift sir. I can't st-stop them unless they are doing something that violates the restaurants rules."

"If you don't fucking get out there I will make sure you are fired."

hissed William.

I stood up.