To some, Raya Lee-Williams, has the world and then some in the palm of her hands. Married to one of the most successful, not to mention, most handsome music producers in LA and having a two beautiful children with a mansion sized home to match, you...
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*Raya and Naomi Dinner Outfits*
Chris and August reserved us a table at a restaurant called Cecconi. The setting was completely romantic with enough intimacy to make any woman smile. They definitely know how to show a good time. We were currently waiting for our food as we indulged in red wine and conversations. "Another round for my people," August prompted as he poured another helping of wine into all of our glasses. "Thank you King," Naomi smiled from ear to ear. "I don't know what I did to deserve this or you." "I feel the same about you gawgeous. God sent a real one out of no where," August kissed the side of her temple. I smiled sweetly watching them. Chris squeezed my side causing me to giggle. His arm has been snaked around my waist since we've been here.
"Aren't you two precious," August pointed out our affection. "Yesss aren't they? We love to see it," Naomi added emphasizing the love part. She's taking such a liking to Chris and she's destined on believing he is the man for me. I'm just unclear and unsure on so many things.
"And here we are with you all's food," our original waiter came into view with three other servers alongside of him as they sat our many dishes down on the table one by one.
"This looks fye," Chris licked his lips peering at the amazing variety we had.
"We hope you enjoy your meals and we'll be back shortly with Ms. Naomi's cake," the server said smiling politely. We thanked them and immediately dug into our food. Naomi did a little dance and clapped her hands. I took a quick boomerang of my plate and drink before I dived in.
"Mmm," I moaned as the fish I ordered melted into my mouth. It was fresh, the different seasonings and juices seemed to pop in my mouth with every bite.
"That shit good ain't it," Chris teased as he watched the satisfaction form on my face. I smiled widely before answering. "Fire," was all I could muster. "Here try some of mine," he ordered stuffed salmon. He placed some food on his fork holding it out for me. I closed my eyes ready to taste but was shocked to feel Chris's soft lips instead. My eyes popped open to him chuckling. "Whoops! Gotcha," he laughed.
