Angelica raised a manicured hand in the air. "Waiter!" She rolled her eyes at Chuck from across the table. "Damn, the service sucks here. I wonder how they get away with charging so much."
Chuck shrugged and took a sip of his water. "They seem really busy."
Angelica waved her hand frantically, a trio of rhinestone studded bangle bracelets clinking together. "Helllooo, waiter, can we get some service over here?"
"I don't think people call them waiters anymore."
Angelica gave him a dumbfounded look. "Well, what the hell should I call them?"
"I'm pretty sure people use the term 'servers' now."
Angelica grabbed the sleeve of the nearest employee. "Waiter, is it possible to get some service here?"
The young man's face tightened. "You are not in my section, but, yes ma'am, I'd be happy to help."
"Great! My fiancé here just graduated and we're celebrating. How much is your finest bottle of champagne?"
"Two thousand dollars."
"Alright, how much is your second finest bottle of champagne?"
"Six-hundred fifty."
"Um, your third?"
"Two hundred."
"Alright, we'll take that one."
"Very well, Ma'am. I shall be right back with your champagne."
Chuck sighed. "Angelica. Two hundred dollars for champagne? We have a wedding to pay for, you know."
"Oh, whatever, it's my money and I want to treat you. I'm proud of you. Is that such a bad thing?"
Chuck's frown turned into a grin. "Oh, ok. When you earn it, it's your money, but, somehow, the money I earn always ends up being our money."
"Well, that's different."
"Mmhmm."
"And," continued Angelica as she folded her napkin and placed it daintily in her lap, "We're doing fine with the wedding."
Chuck didn't say anytihng. He just took another swig from his glass. Angelica stopped buttering her croissant.
"What?"
"What?"
"You're thinking something you're not saying."
"Oh, nothing...it's just." He shrugged.
"Charles."
"I...don't think we're going to be able to afford Paris, that's all. But everything you want for the wedding is do-able. Definitely. We'll just have to plan a less expensive honeymoon to accommodate."
"Oh, well." she replied nonchalantly. "I've been to Paris. It's nice, but we're not missing much. We'll go someday. Maybe we'll do a beach honeymoon after all."
"Yeah...the beach is nice." he said. "I know you love the beach."
"Great! It's settled then...Where the hell is that waiter with the champagne?"