At that moment the butler came in to bring some more sauce. Just my chance to put Cindy's mother off her annoying questions. I thought it would be a good idea to stand up and walk to her as if I wanted to greet her with a kiss. On the way, I would bump into the butler making him drop his tray. I did, and it turned out better than I had expected. Suddenly, sticky red sauce was all over Charlotte's designer dress. She gave a cry and ran to the kitchen to clean it off. I followed her while Cindy went to her bedroom to fetch some clothes she could wear. Her parents looked at each other wondering what was really happening, but said nothing. They remained seated and continued eating. Meanwhile, I explained it all to Charlotte: the incident at the party and the lie I had told them to win Cindy's parents approval.
'Will you help me to get on?' I asked her.
To my surprise, she immediately accepted, but on condition that I had a date with her. I couldn't believe my ears. Nor could I answer her when I saw the butler standing by the door. He had been listening to us.We ignored him and went back to the table. Charlotte started to play along and I was amazed to see how
convincing she was.
'Look what you've done to my favourite dress!' she shouted at me. 'How can you be so clumsy!? What am I going to do now? I can't go into the street looking like this.'
'Don't worry,' said Cindy. 'I'll lend you this one.' Charlotte didn't pay attention to her friend's offer.
'I want to go home. Take me home!' she ordered me.
'But Charlotte, we're having lunch,' I replied.
'I don't care. Take me home! Now!' She looked as if she was really angry with me.
I didn't mind having to pay for another taxi, not this time. She was as cunning as a fox ...and beautiful, too. I
couldn't stop looking at her and she noticed that.
'Tell him to take us to Princeton Square. That's where I live,' she said.
'I'm afraid we're going to 233 Oak Street instead,' I replied.
'To my father's office?' she asked. 'Why?'
'Because we have a lot to talk about,' I explained. 'There's something your father needs to tell you.'
'Will you help me to get on?' I asked her.
To my surprise, she immediately accepted, but on condition that I had a date with her. I couldn't believe my ears. Nor could I answer her when I saw the butler standing by the door. He had been listening to us.We ignored him and went back to the table. Charlotte started to play along and I was amazed to see how
convincing she was.
'Look what you've done to my favourite dress!' she shouted at me. 'How can you be so clumsy!? What am I going to do now? I can't go into the street looking like this.'
'Don't worry,' said Cindy. 'I'll lend you this one.' Charlotte didn't pay attention to her friend's offer.
'I want to go home. Take me home!' she ordered me.
'But Charlotte, we're having lunch,' I replied.
'I don't care. Take me home! Now!' She looked as if she was really angry with me.
I didn't mind having to pay for another taxi, not this time. She was as cunning as a fox ...and beautiful, too. I
couldn't stop looking at her and she noticed that.
'Tell him to take us to Princeton Square. That's where I live,' she said.
'I'm afraid we're going to 233 Oak Street instead,' I replied.
'To my father's office?' she asked. 'Why?'
'Because we have a lot to talk about,' I explained. 'There's something your father needs to tell you.'
Are you talent students sure that you are going to cope with this incredible story ? Your imagination makes me feel really surprised !!!!!
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