"Thank you again, Ethan, for inviting me to dinner. It's wonderful to finally see you! I feel like we've been playing phone tag for ages!"

"It's no problem, Gwen. After talking to my mother at the mansion yesterday, I knew there were some things we needed to talk about."

"Well, let's not talk business just yet. I'm having way to much fun watching all of the other women in the room envy me because I am sitting with the most handsome man in Harmony...", she said seductively, as she stroked Ethan's arm.

"Well, thank you, Gwen. You look lovely, also." He pulled him arm back down to his side. "Is that the dress you bought at Envy?" Ethan asked, his mind floating back to Theresa and the reason they were here.

"Yes, it is. Don't you love it? It's so hip and fresh, I feel so beautiful in it! Y our friend Theresa really is quite the designer."

"Well actually Gwen, Theresa and I are..."

"May I take your orders now?" the waitress said as she came to the table.

"Oh, sure", Ethan said. He was disappointed that his opportunity to tell Gwen about Theresa had gone sour. "Why don't you go first Gwen?"

"Well, I would think so!" Gwen exclaimed. "I'll start with the calamari, and a garden salad, no cabbage, crumby blue cheese dressing, and for the main course, I'll have the Eggplant Parmesan."

"Excellent Ma'am. And you sir?"

"French onion soup, and 10oz. Delmonico, well done, with baked potato. Thank you very much."

"Thank you sir. I'll be back with your appetizers momentarily." And the waitress was gone.

Just then, the band began to play. "Oh Ethan, I do love this song. Would you please dance with me?"

Ethan shifted nervously in his chair, and thought quickly. Dancing, there won't be any interruptions, I can tell her about Theresa.

"Of course Gwen," and her took her hand to lead her to the dance floor.

Theresa, Luis and Sheridan were waiting for the Hostess to show them where they would be sitting.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Lopez-Fitzgerald, nice to see you again. You're sitting near the dance floor."

"Ooohh, maybe I can convince you to dance later!", Sheridan squealed.

"And Mrs. Lopez-Fitzgerald, your friend, Ms. Hotchkiss is also here. In fact, I think she and her escort are on the dance floor now." She began to lead them to their table.

"I can't wait", Luis said. "I'm starved!"

As Gwen and Ethan began to dance, she put her head down on his shoulder. Ethan was very unnerved by this.

"Gwen, I'd really like to talk to you about something..."

"You know, Ethan. I've always dreamed, that one day, I would have my wedding reception here."

"That's nice Gwen. But I really need to tell you that..."

"Oh, Ethan. I know what you're going to tell me."

"You do?"

"Yes, I know about the deal that Julian Crane and my father made. And I'm sure you're excited about it. I am too."

"No Gwen. Actually I...."

"Oh, Ethan! It's not like it's an arranged marriage or anything. It's jus the two of us dating."

"Well, that's the thing, because I'm already..."

"I know, you already have feelings for me. I have feelings for you, too. That's why it makes this all so wonderful!" Gwen was so overcome with emotion, that she threw her arms around Ethan's neck and kissed him.

"Here's your table here", the hostess said, as they three of them began to sit. Theresa glanced at the dance floor and noticed two people kissing.

"And that woman involved in a very long kiss with that man, is Gwen Hotchkiss....I ....believe", Theresa stopped mid sentence when Gwen pulled away from the kiss, as the music ended. "Ethan?" She said, loud enough to make his head turn to see her standing there.

"Oh God, Theresa", he said, as he watched her run out of the restaurant.