Lol okay, thanks to all those who pointed out my huge mistake in the last chapter. I didn't realize when I posted that I wrote "McCartney" for Emmett's last night. Totaly sorry for that mistakes, but I blame the song I was listening to towards the end of the chapter…"Leavin'" by Jesse McCartney. Darn Jesse, lol. So thanks to all those who pointed that little typo.

Anyways, for this chapter, lol, I had to some…research, I guess for lack of better terms. I actually had to use what I learned in the one etiquette class I took when I was 8 and a book I read some time ago. Lmao (FYI: for those who don't know LMAO means laugh my ass off), I also had to pull out the very movie that my dear friend birdee18 mentioned. Enjoy!

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

The Dinner

Emmett's POV

"Okay Emmett, where are you taking me?" Rosalie asked, glaring at me from the corner of my eye.

I was sweating under my collar of my fancy suit…that I borrowed from Marco. I didn't have anything that was proper for the French restaurant that I was planning on taking Rosalie too.

"Remember, how the food is presented must be parallel to your fashion," Marco stated to me when he flipped through his suits in his closet. I, of course, had no idea what he was talking about.

"Can't I treat you like a queen for a night?" I said, smiling at Rosalie.

She smiled. "You treat me like a queen every night, Emmett."

I swallowed. "Right," I muttered.

I pulled up to the restaurant, where the valet came up to the doors right away.

"L'Absinthe?" Rosalie asked me as I rounded the hood of the glossy M6 that was Rosalie's baby.

I just smiled and lead her towards the restaurant, touching the small of her back. Rosalie was dressed in a classic, sleek black number that had me drooling.

"Hello, Welcome to L'Absinthe," said the Host stated, giving me a slight smile that was polite.

"Reservations for McCarty?" I asked, unsure if Marco reserved a table at this swank place.

"Ah, yes, this way," the host said, leading the way.

The host lead us towards a small table in the middle of room, a small candle light in the middle. I held out the chair for Rosalie, like Marco instructed. Rosalie smiled as she sat down.

"Your waiter will be with you shortly," the host stated, handing us menus.

"Now, explain why we're here," Rosalie stated as she opened her menu.

"I already told you that I wanted to treat you special," I said, opening mine and swallowed.

"Emmett, you already do," she said just before our waiter came up to our table.

"Bonjour, my name is Philippe and I will be your waiter for tonight. Can I offer you a lovely 2000 Taittinger Comtes de Champagne Rose tonight?" he asked, looking at me as he filled Rosalie and mine water glasses.

My mind went blank.

"We're under age, Philippe," Rosalie stated, smiling.

"Ah, pardon," he said, going pink in the cheeks.

"I'll just have water," Rosalie stated, picking up her glass.

"Yeah," I stated.

Philippe gave me a one eyebrow raised look and I cringe. Marco told me that the place was very formal.

"Are you ready for Hors d'oeuvres?"

Rosalie looked at me.

I blinked.

"You can choice," I stated.

She smirked.

"We'll have escargot and whatever soup you have for today before ordering our main courses," Rosalie said, not even looking down to her menu to see what was on it.

"I shall be back with that momentarily," Philippe stated, walking to the next table to fill up their glasses.

"Escargot?" I asked, looking at Rosalie.

She nodded. "It's a French cuisine."

Oh…I knew that.

Philippe brought out two dishes of weird things and placed them before Rosalie and me.

"Shall I take your main course requests?" he asked.

"Yes, Philippe," Rosalie stated. "I would like the Foie de Veau Saute au Vinaigre de Framboise."

Philippe smiled at Rosalie's French, me gawking at her.

"And you?"

"Uh, I'll have this," I said, pointing at the 'Choucroute Royale Alsacienne.'

"Excellent choices," Philipe said, putting away his notebook and handed me and Rosalie something. "Enjoy."

"What is this?" I asked, trying hard to remember what Marco taught me of the eating things.

"They are used to help you eat," Rosalie said, showing me how to use them.

Oh…well…that looked…very difficult. I was trembling as I went to pick up the first thing, realizing then that it was snails that Rosalie ordered. But as soon as I picked up one of the slippery buggers, it went shooting off. One of the waiters near by caught it.

"Sorry," I mumbled meakly.

"It happens all the time," he said, smiling.

Rosalie covered her mouth as she giggled.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the soup was brought out. I had managed to eat a few snails, they were like chewing rubber, but the rest managed to go shooting in different directions. Rosalie couldn't stop laughing as the poor waiter caught all of the flying snails. The soup was good, and I actually managed not to have any of it spill onto my tie…or my lap.

"Remember, tip the bowl away from you just slightly and spoon towards you slowly," Marco said, showing me how it was done.

"Um, Emmett," Rosalie said, eyeing me as I took another spoonful of the soup, smiling. "You know…you're using the wrong spoon."

I looked at it.

"I am?"

"Yes," she stated. "The smaller, deeper one is the soup spoon."

"Then…what is this one?" I said, showing her my spoon.

Marco taught me the forks, not that I could possibly remember them now, but not the spoons. How did he forget the spoons?!

The main courses were brought out and Philippe asked if we would like a salad afterwards.

"I thought salads were brought before the main course," I said, looking at my elegantly designed food that I was terrified to even touch.

"This is French cuisine and a formal affair, Emmett," Rosalie said. "Hors d'oeuvres, soup, main course, salad, cheese, and then dessert is normally the way if you having more than two courses."

"Oh," I said, feeling like an idiot.

Rosalie ordered a Mesclun salad for her and then a lobster salad for me before Philippe walked off. Well at least one thing I would be able to name I had at dinner.

I managed to mix up the forks, much to Rosalie's amusement, using the small fork instead of the big one. Marco's little rthyme he came up to me, alluded me at that present moment.

The salads were brought out and Philippe asked what we would like for dessert. Yes, the favorite part of dinner. Rosalie ordered the café and chocolate Liegeois while I picked the one thing I understood: ice cream.

The salad was good, I loved the lobster. We had been chatting about a few things when Philippe brought out a plate of…cheese?

"Cheese?" I asked, looking at it.

"Yes," Rosalie said. "Try some, they are very delicious."

Rosalie speared of the cheeses on the plate and brought it to her mouth. Some where good, I even offered a few bites to Rosalie. Dessert was just as wonderful. The entire night wasn't an entire disaster…until I got the check.

"Holy shit," I said aloud when I saw the bill.

It was over two hundred bucks…Two hundred thirty-nine and twenty-three cents to be exact…not including the tip. Why didn't Marco tell me this place was expensive. I only had a hundred dollar bill on me.

"Is something the matter?" Rosalie asked me.

I swallowed. "I maybe be taking you back to the club later than planned," I crocked.

Rosalie looked at me and then sighed. She held out her hand, asking silently for the check. I handed it over, feeling my manliness slip.

Rosalie paid for the meal, giving Philippe a well rounded tip for his services, which were great. As I drove Rosalie back to the club, Rosalie keep talking about the dinner and how perfect it was, like how she laughed at the parts of the flying snails and, of course, just spending time with me. But the bill issue was still making me blue around the edges. And, I wasn't positive, Rosalie's face is a poker one when it comes to her emotions and such, but I think she knew I was down about not paying the bill.

Yes L'Absinethe is a real restaurant but not in Washington, it's in New York. And most of the food that they ordered is on their menu…except for the Hors d'oeuvre lol. And yes, the total that Emmett paid for is an actual cost (with an estimated tax on it). And FYI, I have never had real French food before; I have had real Greek food (it was yummy) before, but French somehow fit better for this chapter so pardon if anything seems fishy.

And if you didn't see the Garry Marshall bits in the chapter, I suggest those under 18 (without parent's approval) go see Princess Dairies 2: Royal Engagment to understand the catching of stuff while those above 18 (or have parent's approval) to watch Pretty Woman. I love Pretty Woman, though I didn't knew it was R-rated when I first watched it, lol. And by the way, both movies, PD2 and Pretty Woman, both stare the same two men: the white haired waiter and Hector Elizondo.

Anyways, I'M VERY TIRED! I have to be up at 5:30 to go work my 12 hour shift…and yes on a weekend. So pardon any mistakes, I'll change them after I get home at 7.

Huggles,
Nollie

PS—If you know a song that would be perfect for this chapter, let me know. For those who suggested a song for ch 36, I haven't gone to listen to them, but hank you for the suggestions. I'll listen to them on Sunday.