Chapter 180 Flat Iron Steak

• Now that Paul and I were faced with the task of selecting a date, we had a renewed sense of dedication to the wedding preparations. As Paul treated me with the utmost care, our days were filled with bliss. My sentiments towards him were a mix of despondency and a lack of personal freedom.
• The telephone conversation with Cara later that week was about the charity ball centred mainly around the pending preparations. The event, originally earmarked for spring but deferred to summer, became a point of discussion. Balancing the phone on the table, as I jotted down notes with one hand and cradled a crisp apple with the other.
• A disagreement arose regarding the menu, with Cara favouring a somewhat bland option. Failing to reach an agreement, we resolved to conduct a vote among the other ladies. Despite this hiccup, the remaining aspects of our preparations proceeded smoothly to a conclusion.