Turning Saints To Sinners

Chapter 13: Perfect Date Night

Zelda sat outside of Mary's house, fiddling with her hands. She had showed up fifteen minutes early and was pacing back and forth. 
She finally got the courage to knock on the door and felt herself calm when Mary opened it. 
Mary wore a green ribbed shirt, that was quite tight for what Mary normally wore, and it had white buttons down the front. She paired it with a black skirt that stopped mid calf, with a light brown leather belt. She wore her usual low chunky light brown leather heels and the small locket Zelda had boughton her around her neck. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun. 
She nervously pushed her glasses up further under Zelda's gaze. 

"Sorry for staring, it's just...you look so beautiful." Mary blushed and pulled Zelda close to her. She gave her a quick kiss before closing the door behind her. 
Zelda wore long egg white trousers and a black, white polka dotted button up shirt that as tied at the bottom. She wore a pair of low black heels that had a thin ankle strap. 

"You look beautiful as well. Where are we going?" 
Zelda took Mary's hand in hers as they walked towards Zelda's car. 

"To that french restaurant. I thought it looked interesting so I booked a booth in the back for us." Zelda caught Mary nervously biting at her lip but smiling. 

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Zelda and Mary drove through town, surprised at how busy it was. Zelda watched Mary sink into her chair so no one could really see her. Zelda raised a brow in concern and confusion. Mary looked at her hands in her lap and nervously played with them. 
"Are you okay?" 

Mary's attention snapped up to Zelda and then she settled further into her chair. 
"I'm fine. Just...tired." 

"Hm." 

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They were seated and Mary was grateful it was far in the back. 
"What are you thinking of getting?" 

Mary tilted her head at the menu. She realized half of it was in french. 

"I'm not sure even how to read this." 
Zelda smiled and placed her menu down. She took Mary's in her hand and pointed out some famous dishes, reading them in french. Mary marveled at the woman speaking perfect french. 
"You know french?" 

"I know a lot of languages. I speak fluently in Russian, French, German, Swedish, Chinese, Dutch, Scottish, Irish etc." Mary smiled wide. She had no clue Zelda could speak so many languages. 

"Well then, I might get-" 

"Mary?" 
Mary's eyes widened and she bowed her head. 

"Adam." 

"What are you doing here? It's been too long." Mary looked up at the man and smiled. 

"Yeah. I've been really busy." 

"I haven't seen you at church since...well since the divorce. Stopped going?" Mary nodded. 

Zelda watched Mary's body language around the man. She looked really nervous and or scared. 
Zelda reached out her foot and brushed it against Mary's for comfort. She saw Mary smile slightly. 

"Who must you be?" Adam looked at Zelda, confused but friendly. For some reason, Zelda knew he knew who she was. He knew exactly who she was.

"Zelda Spellman." Zelda could see him pretending to be shocked. The look in his eyes gave it all away. Of course people in the town knew the Spellman name and knew all their faces. They have always been the talk of the town. 

"Spellman? Oh, Mary." Zelda furrowed her brows. Mary hunched her shoulders almost in embarrassment. 
"Interesting people to fraternize with." Adam muttered, more to himself than Mary.