Megan walked steadily down the fancy draped sidewalk, the sense of expensive and too much nauseating to her, but she pressed on not wishing to upset Ursela. That might be good she mused spotting the double bay doors to the fanciest French restaurant this side of Bingham.
\u2018Mar \u2018lies\u2019 read the large placard over the door. She forgot whatever it meant, but knew a hurt would be placed on her meager resources quavering deep down in the wallet cowering in her purse.
\u201cWell,\u201d she muttered, striding through the entrance way, \u201ccan\u2019t keep the queen waiting now, can we?\u201d
The place was moderately packed normal for a typical luncheon fare. Megan\u2019s eyes roved around at the patrons sitting at the tables draped with fine white linen coverings, assortments of the best the restaurant had to offer in food and drinks set out plates flushed with lobster, spinach quiche, Mediterranean meals and other exotic items.
Her eyes carried over to a table set far in the back. There, sipping calmly on a glass filled with some sort of sparkling mineral water she surmised, sat her long-time friend, the petite and affluent Ursela Jean Merriweather. Dressed modestly against the standards of the restaurant, her light blue dress fit right on her small frame, well styled brunette hair done up in a pinafore hair style popular with the upper elite, contrasting her own black A-cut dress and low heels common to many of the women in town.
Slight twitches tugged at the sides of her lips, then a sigh waltzing merrily over to the table.
\u201cDaH-ling!\u201d said Megan in a high tone.
Ursela looked up and smiled in that same innocent face Megan was familiar with. \u201cMegan,\u201d came her reply as Megan drew back the chair across from her.
Immediately, a waiter hurried over casting glances at Ursela as if he was searching for any signs of displeasure.
\u201cUgh,\u201d sounded Megan, \u201ccan the help here not be even a bit more prompt or what?\u201d
\u201cNow, now, Meg,\u201d replied Ursela, \u201cthey are a bit busy at this time of the day.\u201d
Megan huffed, doffing the dark pair of designer sunglasses from her face. She could not help but notice fine pair of silk gloves lying carefully on the table over Ursela\u2019s beige purse.
\u201cOh, out spending more of Charles\u2019s ill-gotten hush money, are we?\u201d she said.
Ursela laughed. \u201cNo, Charles gave me those as a present for being so patient with him while he was out promoting our newest product store up town.\u201d
\u201cAnother store?\u201d replied Megan, \u201cMy goodness, can there be not anything limiting the Merriweather empire from expanding?\u201d
Ursela shrugged, \u201cProgress is progress.\u201d
The stopped looking at each other then laughed. The slight cough from the still waiting waiter returned them back to the purpose of their visit.
\u201cYou poor dear,\u201d said Megan eyeing him, a brow arched high, \u201cCan\u2019t allow you get bored standing there now, can we?\u201d
Megan picked up the small menu on the table and looked it over a moment. \u201cHave you anything to suggest, Ursela-dear?\u201d
Ursela gazed at the menu in her hand, lips twisted to one side as she did. \u201cThe Perigon Beef Cutlets looks good,\u201d she finally said.
\u201cOoo, look at you,\u201d said Megan, \u201cstooping too lower levels whilst there is a fine assortment of high-quality fare before you! I\u2019m rather shocked.\u201d
\u201cOh, stop it,\u201d snipped Ursela with a playful swat at her.
Megan giggled but dreaded the digits marking the cost of the meals. A bit over the budget, she swore she felt her wallet give another shudder that shook the table.
\u201cI\u2019ll take the Shrimp Scampi, extra Breadsticks, and uh, oh yes bring us a bottle of Ferrari Fume Blanc.\u201d
Ursela smirked. \u201cBlanc?\u201d she said eyeing Megan.
\u201cWhy yes! We really do not want to lower all the high standards of the Merriweather Clan now do we?\u201d
\u201cYou are such a kidder,\u201d said Ursela shaking her head, \u201cBlanc with Beef. Charles would have you shot if he were here.\u201d
\u201cMaybe a wet noodle flogging, but shot? He\u2019d be hard pressed to find another oh so devoted friend like me in this town for you.\u201d
The waiter chuckled, suppressing his laughs with a hand. Megan smirked.
\u201cToodles,\u201d she said fingers rapidly waving him away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Megan walked steadily down the fancy draped sidewalk, the sense of expensive and too much nauseating to her, but she pressed on not wishing to upset Ursela. That might be good she mused spotting the double bay doors to the … Continue reading