Chapter 40 Part III Current Situation-3

he is a multimillionaire A running taxi was waiting by the side of the road, and Taxin led me into the car.Frankly, I was a bit disappointed, I thought it was going to be a luxury private car! But, it's also pretty good.To be in a cab with one of the most famous diamond bums in all of England and go to...who knows where? The Savoy or the Claridges? Or dance at Annabel? Tassin hasn't told me yet where. Oh, maybe Tachin will take me to some fascinating place where all the cutlery is silver plated and there is an endless selection of knives and forks and defiant waiters stand by and look on, waiting to pick. your fault.it's OK.As long as I'm not nervous; just keep calm and remember the rules.That's right.Again, what's the rule? Cutlery: start with the outermost; Bread: don't cut the bread into rolls, but cut it into small pieces and butter each piece individually; Tomato sauce: in any case Can't.

What if I had lobster? I have never had lobster in my life.Damn.Probably just go for the lobster, no? I don't know how to eat it, it must be very embarrassing.Why have I never had lobster? Why? It's all my mom and dad's fault.They should have taken me to fancy restaurants from a young age so that I could casually adapt to whatever I was eating. "I want to enjoy a wonderful dinner with you quietly." Taxin looked towards me. "Excellent," I replied, "it's nice to have a nice dinner in peace." Thank God, that probably means we don't dine in those stressful places, we don't eat lobster, we don't use silverware.We'll sit down at an out-of-the-way little restaurant that almost no one knows about.Maybe it’s a private club; you have to enter through a small, nondescript door in the back street, and once inside, you find celebrities sitting on couches who seem to behave like normal people.Yes, maybe Taxin knew every single one of them!

Of course he knew every one of them.He's a multimillionaire, isn't he? I looked out the window and saw we were driving past Harrods.For a moment, my stomach twitched as I recalled the last time I was there.Damn suitcase, damn Luke Brandon! Ha, actually, I wish he was walking down the street so I could wave him nonchalantly and let him know I'm talking to all of England The 15th richest bachelor to date. "Okay," Taxin said to the taxi driver suddenly, "we'll get off here." He grinned at me, "We're almost at the gate." "Great." I reached out and opened the door.

Almost at the door of somewhere? After getting out of the car, I looked around to figure out exactly where we were going.We're at Hyde Park Corner.What are we doing at Hyde Park Corner? Turning slowly, I catch a glimpse of a sign - and suddenly I see what it is.We're going to the Lanesborough Hotel! Wow, how chic! Dinner at the Lanesborough Hotel.But that's all too natural.Is there any other place suitable for a first date? "Then," Taxin walked to my side, "I think we can eat something first, and then... let's talk about it when the time comes!" "Sounds good!" We took a step forward.

So good! Dining at the Lanesborough Hotel before heading to a nightclub with twinkling lights.It's all so wonderful. We walked straight through the gates of the Lanesborough Hotel, but I wasn't worried about that.Important people have been known to enter through the back door in order to avoid being photographed by the paparazzi.Not that I actually saw any paparazzi - just that it might have become a routine.We would go into some back alley, and from there we would enter the kitchen, and the cooks would pretend not to see us, and we would appear in the hall.This is so cool! "I dare say you must have been here before," Taxin said apologetically, "my choice is really dull."

"Don't say that!" I replied.At this moment we stopped, and there were two glass doors in front of us. "I really, really like..." Wait a minute, where are we? This is not a back door at all.this is……" Pizzeria in the park. Taxin took me to a fast-food pizza place.I can't believe it! The 15th wealthiest bachelor in the country took me to a fucking pizza place? "...pizza," I finish the sentence feebly, "I like their ingredients." "Great!" Taxin said, "I think you may not want to go to those too luxurious places." "Oh, of course." I said with an unquestionable look on my face. "I hate fancy places, so what better than quietly enjoying a good pizza together?"

"We really coincide with each other." Taxin turned around and looked at me. "But right now I'm feeling pretty bad. You're dressed so nicely..." He stared at my clothes and paused hesitantly. (He's right. I'm not going to spend a fortune on "Whistles" clothes just to eat a pizza!) "I mean, if you want, we can go somewhere stylish. The Lanesborough Hotel is just around the corner...” He raised his eyebrows questioningly, and I was about to open my mouth and say, "Oh, that would be great!" But suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration and felt something was wrong.Then I understood what was going on.That's his test for me, isn't it? It's like in a fairy tale where you pick one of three boxes.Everyone knows the rules.Do not choose the gleaming gold box, not even the very attractive silver box.What you should do is choose that heavy lead box; and then there will be a flash of divine light, and the lead box will become a golden mountain.That's right, that's it, Taxin is testing me to see if I really like him as a person or his money.

To be honest, I feel insulted.I mean, who does he think I am? "No, it's fine here." I touched his arm. "It's easier here, and it's...fun." I speak the truth.I do like pizza and good garlic bread.Well, you know, thinking about it this way, I feel that such a choice is really wise. When the waiter handed me the menu, I just glanced at it briefly because I already knew what I wanted.That's what I eat at every pizzeria - Florentina, a spinach and egg pizza.I know it sounds weird, but it tastes really good! "Would you like an aperitif?" the waiter asked.I was about to reply in my usual way, "Okay, just a bottle of wine!" but then it occurred to me that I was now having dinner with a multi-millionaire.So why don't I order a gin tonic?

Thinking of this, I said firmly to the waiter, "Have some gin and tonic." I glanced at Taxin, afraid that I might startle him.Unexpectedly, he grinned and said, "Don't you want some champagne?" "Oh." I was completely confused. "I've always thought that champagne is great with pizza!" he said, looking at the waiter. "A bottle of Moet champagne, please." Oh, it's still like that.Champagne and pizza.Taxin's performance tonight wasn't too weird. The champagne arrived and we clinked glasses and started drinking.Now I actually feel very useful.Then I noticed Tachin's bony hand moving slowly towards mine on the table.Without realizing what I was doing, I just reflexively pulled my hand away, pretending to touch my ear.A look of disappointment flashed across Taxin's face, and I heard myself cough in embarrassment, then stare intently at a painting on the left wall.

oh my gosh.Why do I have to do this? If I'm going to marry this guy, I'm going to do more than shake his hand. I can do it, I said firmly to myself.I'm going to like him.It mostly depends on my self-control and maybe how drunk I am.So I raised my glass and drank a few swigs.I can feel the champagne bubbles in my head, singing happily: "I'm going to be a millionaire's wife! I'm going to be a millionaire's wife!" Watching Taxin, I found him to have become somewhat attractive (in an exciting way, of course).It's clear that alcohol is going to be a key factor in maintaining our happy marriages.

My mind is filled with joyful scenes from our wedding day.I was wearing an exquisite designer wedding dress; Mom and Dad looked at me with pride.No more money problems to bother you, no more.The 15th richest man in the country and I are married! We will buy that house in Belgravia.Mrs. Tachin? Cress-Stuart! Just thinking about it makes me faint with happiness! Oh, that could all be mine.That's all mine. I smiled at Taxin as warmly as I could. Taxin hesitated, then smiled back at me.I'm relieved to say I haven't screwed things up yet.We can still go on, now just find that we are also good partners who are mentally aligned. "I like..." I said. "you……" We both spoke at the same time. "I'm sorry," I said, "please go ahead." "No, tell me." Taxin said. "Oh," I said, "well... I just wanted to tell you again that I really liked that painting you gave Suzie." Another compliment on his taste would never go wrong. "I like horses," I added. "Then we should go horseback riding together," Tasin said. "I know there's a very good stable near Hyde Park. Of course, it's very different from riding in the country..." "That's a great idea!" I said, "It must be interesting!" Nobody could have put me on a horse, not even in Hyde Park.But never mind, I'll pretend I agree with the plan, and when the day comes, I'll just say I sprained my ankle or something. "Do you like dogs?" Taxin asked. "I like it." I replied confidently. This is telling the truth.In fact, I just don't want to have a dog; it's too much hassle and gets dog hair everywhere.But I like to see those Newfoundland dogs running in the park.And Andrex puppy.and so on. We fell silent again, and I took a few sips of champagne. "Do you like East Londoners?" I finally asked. "Or do you... prefer Coronation Street?" "I'm afraid, I haven't seen either of these." Taxin apologized, "But I believe they are both pretty good-looking." "Well... not bad," I said, "sometimes it's really good, but sometimes..." My voice trailed off, and I smiled at him, "You know, that's what it is." "Indeed." Taxin also agreed, as if what I said was really interesting. There was another awkward silence, which was not good. "Are there any good shops in Scotland where you live?" Finally, I asked again.Taxin made a little grimace. "I don't know. I never go to the neighborhood store if I can do it myself." "Oh, that's it!" I took a swig of champagne. "I...I hate stores too. I can't stand shopping." "Really?" Taxin asked in surprise, "I thought all girls loved shopping!" "I'm not!" I said. "I'd rather be . . . on a moor with some dogs behind." "Sounds good," Taxin said to me with a smile. "Whenever we come to make an appointment like this!" That's about the same.Common interest, consistent pursuit.