My resolve crumbled. Robert had photographed an oil painting that I had long wanted. He promised me that he would give it to me but he never did. Apparently, he was using it to blackmail me. I sighed, got up and went there. Fine. A few more days of dealing with these repulsive things wouldn’t kill me.
When I arrived at the restaurant, they had already started drinking. Diana and Robert sat at the head of the table. They were a picture-perfect couple.
As soon as she saw me, Diana made a show to stand up and with a feigned warmth called up, "Trudy, you're here! Sit here." Then she prepared to move to the seat beside her to make room for me.
Robert immediately grabbed her hand, "She can sit anywhere. You stay here. You’re the star tonight."
Diana gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Trudy. Robbie's been drinking some wine and is a bit drunk. Don’t mind him."
I calmly took a random seat and sat down. "It’s fine. Whenever I sit do not matter. Besides, Robert's right. You're the main star tonight."