Chapter 38

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"No, that glass needs to be on the left." Cynthia said, reaching out to move the glass on her dining table.

"It looks perfect Cynthia. Quit stressing so much." Stacy said. She had come down to see how Cynthia was doing preparing for her first date after the divorce, and to pick up Mary and Sam for the night. "You'll be just fine. I don't think he'll even notice these little things."

"You really think?" Cynthia asked, shifting the cutlery on the table for the umpteenth time. "Oh, God. I haven't done this in forever. What if I screw up everything and he hates me? Wait, taste the lasagna." She ran to the kitchen and came back with a few bites of warm cheesy pasta on a saucer. "Here." She said, handing it to Stacy. Stacy took a bite. "Is it okay?"

"It's perfect Cynthia," Stacy said, putting the saucer down on the counter, and hugging Cynthia. "Now just calm down, and be yourself. It's going to be just fine. And put on that gold necklace of yours. It goes well with the dress."

"Okay. Are my earrings fine? Should I get smaller ones?"

"You look perfect Cynthia. Just focus on enjoying yourself. Now, where are those little lovelies?" Stacy looked out to the kids' bedroom, "I have just the perfect game for them – I mean homework," she added quickly, winking at Mary who was coming out of her room. "Of course, homework."

"Oh, you silly!" Cynthia said, faking being upset and doing a terrible job at it by failing to conceal the smile on her face.

Stacy left for her own apartment with the kids and soon the single father that Cynthia had met at the kids' school rang the doorbell.

Stacy left for her own apartment with the kids and soon the single father that Cynthia had met at the kids' school rang the doorbell

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