Little Miss Not-So-Perfect

7. First Dates and Closet Malfunctions

It's finally Thursday. The day of my date. Also known as the day where I gain tons of weight by eating Chanterelle mushrooms, foie gras, and loads of expensive champagne. Alessia had helped me get ready and I truly looked like the queen I am. Dressed in a gorgeous marine blue, sweetheart neckline dress till my knees with a silver gemstone bodice.

My hair is left in its natural form: thick, long, and straight. My eyelashes bear mascara and only some blush, foundation, contour and matte light pink lipstick were on my face. I didn't bother with eyeshadow, so I just brushed and slightly filled in my brows. My feet were clad in black peep-toe pumps with huge heels. I hated them. They were gorgeous but almost impossible to walk in.

Miller had insisted on picking me up and be all romantic, but I hated cliché beginnings, so I decided to drive to the restaurant and meet him there. Before I left, Alessia mock cried and phoned Miller, whom she had met at that cottage place last week, and told him to treat 'her daughter right'. She had mock scolded me about coming home late and I had just laughed and said goodbye. I got into Lizeth Junior and drove to the restaurant Miller told me about. It was called "L'essence du France'. Very French indeed.

I get into the area where the restaurant was and got stopped by the valet. They told me they'd take my car from here and I could comfortably walk the rest of the distance. Unfortunately for me, the walk wasn't exactly comfortable because of my shoes.

I walk up to the little, red building and look at the name engraved in big, bold letters at the top. It was extremely sophisticated to say the least. A doorman opens the big, clean, glass door and I thank him while stepping inside. Inside the restaurant was a whole different story. It was full of lavish, well-dressed people of high class being waited on by proper, professional waiters. The sound of a slow, melodious song was playing on a very low volume, drowned out by the elegant charter and sound of wine being poured into glasses.

A young hostess with white-blonde hair pulled back into a tight, low bun comes up to me. Her red coated lips curve into a smile.

"Hello, madame. Table for one?" She asks. Even the staff were French! I checked her name tag which read Carolina.

"I'm here with a... date actually," I reply. She nods and goes behind a desk to check a computer.

"Name, please?"

"Miller. Miller Chantere," I say. She smirks suddenly and looks at me again.

"Quite a catch," She says with a wink. She grabs two menus and motions for me to follow her. "Right this way."

She leads me towards a table at the back, isolated from the rest of the restaurant. It was a quieter corner and she led me into a small room separate by strings of hanging beads. I enter and am immediately shocked. In the center of the little room is a small circular table with two chairs lined with a cotton and lace table cloth. The walls have decorative paintings of landscapes and the room is adorned by fairy lights and flowers. I smile and look at Miller, who is seated on one of the chairs.

"The waiter will be here in a minute," Carolina says before leaving. I come forward and sit opposite Miller. He grins at me and I smile shyly back. I've never been shy. I've always been more of a confident person. Well, confident bitch to be exact. He's dressed in a button down and pants, looking as sophisticated as the others outside.

"You look breathtaking, Apple," He gushes. I blush and sheepishly look around.

"Thanks. This place is amazing! Thank you for bringing me here," I say, satisfied with this place. I had passed by this place before once or twice, but I had always thought it wouldn't be very good. Usually I'd go to the more higher class restaurants near my home, but this place was now in my good books.