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A graceful, beautiful lady of a splendid socialite drove up in her equally magnificent Ferrari in southern night color to a dazzling, bright, tall skyscraper that housed the most expensive restaurant in the world, which was now hosting a stunning social event on the occasion of the opening of the season. Yes, in this southern city by the blue warm sea, on the velvet, gentle coast, the season opens. Only her legs in expensive stilettos barely touched the red carpet, when two men in red coats ran up to the car and, bowing, gave her a hand, helping her out of the car.

An exquisite dress, black as night, swayed in the warm wind, emitting the quiet rustle of the surf. Her head was adorned with an exquisite little peacock feather hat with precious stones. And the same ring: massive and with an expensive stone flaunted on her thin finger.

Magic, enchanting music flowed like the sea, beckoning to itself. A no less graceful violinist met his mistress right at the entrance, playing especially for her alone.

Her heart was beating faster and with each beat, she understood that it was love.

– Oh, you are beautiful, my Georges! Your music captivated me! It is excellent! she said smiling, holding out her thin, graceful hand to him.

– There is no one and nothing more beautiful than you, madam. – He answered, touching his lips to her handle. And she felt heat all over her body.

Upon entering the hall, she was even more surprised, since there was no one inside. Seeing her, the orchestra began to play Strauss, whom she loved very much. And in the very middle of the hall there was a richly set table for the two of them. The light went out, and immediately the romantic candles were lit, which gave the music even more magic.

– Oh, my dear! It’s so beautiful! – she exclaimed. – Have you booked a table just for the two of us?

– Yes, my dear. Today the restaurant is open only for the two of us. Tonight is a special evening, «he replied, pulling her to him.

– And which one? she asked, dodging the kiss.

– I want to confess my love. Marry me! – He knelt down in front of her and bowed his head as in front of his queen.

«But you know. – she sighed, – it’s impossible… I’m married and I can’t answer you… But don’t cry … – she hugged him and touched her lips to his face, – I will love you as before…

He pushed her away, jumped up from his knees and walked briskly to the exit.

– Wait! Stop! she shouted to him. «You know how much I love you, my dear cat. – she fumbled to him. – Well, don’t be angry… Wait a little … – She looked at the ceiling. – He is already very old, this husband of mine, and sick. Soon… very soon we’ll be together. Wait a little, huh? – she begged him, looking at him with her wide-open eyelashes and, noticing a hitch on his face, immediately covered him with her hot lips, leading him to that distant, unknown paradise.