As evening settled in, the group gathered for dinner at the resort hotel. Laughter and lively conversation filled the air; everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Lyman was especially attentive to Effie. Even while chatting with Mr. Smith, he kept an eye on her, making sure her plate was never empty. Whenever Effie reached for the fish, Lyman would carefully remove the bones for her.
His thoughtful gestures warmed Effie’s heart. She turned her head slightly, giving him a gentle smile. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Mrs. Smith, watching the exchange, grinned and teased, “Mr. Etheridge, you’re spoiling your wife! It’s really quite enviable.”
Mr. Smith nodded in agreement. “Absolutely. Mr. Etheridge, you’re young, successful, and blessed with a wonderful family. You really are living the dream.”
Lyman smiled calmly, though his gaze never left Effie. “I am,” he said, “I’m very fortunate.”
Effie, caught off guard by his candid words, blushed and lowered her head, hiding behind a sip of tea.
The meal carried on in high spirits. Lyman and Mr. Smith soon became engrossed in conversation—discussing business, policies, and future plans. Both men clearly knew their stuff. Effie hadn’t been following the conversation closely, but even so, she couldn’t help but marvel at how knowledgeable Lyman was. Mr. Smith, too, impressed her with his insights.
People who achieve great things, she thought, really are in a league of their own.
With the two men deep in discussion, Effie found herself growing bored. After a while, she excused herself and headed to the restroom.
On her way back, she noticed a small courtyard just beyond the corridor. Wanting some fresh air, she wandered over, letting the night breeze clear her mind.
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