Chapter 19

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Whoah i like totally abandoned this story im so sorry.... im being forced by lindsay to write her story so here goes :P

Liana's POV

After i finish changing i walk out to my living room to see Nick in a suit waiting for me. 

He looks at me with a big smile. He stands up and takes my hand in his and leads me out to his car, opening the door for me and everything. 

Minutes later we arrive at a fancy restaurant and Nick leads me to the front desk. 

"Reservation for 2 under the name of Blackwell"

The front desk guy checks his computer and then grabs some menu's. 

"Right this way Mr. and Mrs. Blackwell" i blush as he walks off to lead us to our table. His wife? No way! I mean, i-i-i i do love him but i dont know if he shares the same feelings. What if this is his way of telling me he doesnt care for me? What if he hates me?? What if- 

I broken out of my thoughts when a warm hand encompasses my own and pulls me slightly along to our table. I look into Nick's eyes. He leans in next to my ear and whispers "i could tell you were going down a bad train of thought. Dont think about the negatives, thing about the positive" he leans back out and smiles.

Man i really do love him. 

We take our seats and get settled. We both order our drinks, Red wine for the both of us with water on the side for me, and an iced tea on the side for him. As the waiter sets our drink in front of their respective people i feel a gaze settled on me. I look up from my menu to see Nick staring at me.

"What?" i ask blushing slightly " is there something on my face?" 

My hands reach for my face to search for some foreign object on it but before my hands reach my face, Nicks hands reach over the table and lower them. 

"No nothings on your face" he says with a laugh "i was just admiring how beautiful you are and i zoned out in thought a bit" 

I smile. "Well then i think we should order, dont you?" i ask picking my menu back up again

"Yes lets" he raises his hand slightly to signal the waiter 

"Yes sir?" he asks 

"Um we would like to order."

"Ok sir" he pulls out a small notepad and a pen " what'll it be?" he asks looking at me 

"Ill have the Lamb Salad with Fregola please?" I hand him my menu, which he takes as he turns towards Nick to take his order. 

"Oh yes and ill have the Steak, mid-rare and.." 

He whispers something inaudable into the waiters ear. 

The waiter stands up straight, nods slightly, and walks towards the kitchen. 

I lean in towards Nick and whisper "what was that about?"

"Oh nothing to worry about" he says after taking a small sip of his wine. 

(time skip to after all the entree food has been served and eaten) 

"hey i have a question" i say to Nick as our dinner plates are taken away

"Can we get desert?"

He laughs softly "yes we can, in fact i already ordered it but" he puts hist finger to his lips "its a secret"

I smile and cock my head to the side a bit "is that what you were whispering to the waiter about when we ordered?"

He takes a sip of wine "yes ma'am"

A few minutes pass when the waiter brings out a beautiful chocolate lava cake out right to our table, with full glasses of champagne and a bottle for refills. He takes our cups and glasses and replaces them with the champagne and forks for the cake. 

We immediately dig into the cake and in a few minutes, its done. 

I reach for my champagne glass and go to take a sip when i see something in the bottom. I glance up at Nick who is also mid sip with a look of anxiousness and happiness put into one. 

"What?" i ask, confused

"oh nothing" he takes a sip "enjoy the champagne" 

I go to take a sip when a blinding flash blinds me a bit. I look to my side to see Ryan taking my picture.

"Ryan?" 

"No no ignore me and drink your drink" he says whispering 

He continues to take pictures as i slowly raise my glass to my lips. I take a sip, an drain most of the glass until i finally see whats at the bottom. 

I place my glass down on the table in shock. I look up to Nick only to see he's not there but right next to me. 

Kneeling. 



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