"GOOD evening, Mr. and Mrs. Henry." The maitre d politely greeted us before leading us to one of the tables near the window. 

I looked around. I've been here once, with Amelia. Every corner of the place has a touch of elegance.  All of the women I've been seeing were in formal clothes; I even spotted a celebrity at the nearby table. 

Gideon and I were the only ones in casual clothes. But the maitre d' didn't seem to mind. 

Damn. The power Gideon Henry holds. 

"I'd like to have Linguine Mare Chiaro, Pinsa Romana and Cannoli Siciliani." 

I smiled at the waiter as I closed the menu. 

"So, how's...