Penelope believed her evening could not get any more complicated, but then a straightforward meal with David becomes a voyage of startling revelations that upend everything she has ever known about her family and herself. What started out as a dinner party suddenly turns into a stage for shocking discoveries that could alter her life forever. Have you ever experienced a disastrous date? Yes, I agree. Let us just say that this one had an unexpected twist at the conclusion, despite a promising beginning. Thus, it all started in the public library on what appeared to be a typical day.

That is how I got to know David. He asked me about my favorite novels, a conversation starter with his teacherly charm. Before I knew it, we were having a serious conversation about anything from contemporary sci-fi to classic literature. Meeting someone who could follow my rambling thoughts was pleasant. David suddenly asked me out during our conversation—not that question, but a dinner date. “What is your favorite restaurant?” he inquired.

I recall chuckling quietly, a little shocked by his candor. “My favorite destination is a bit much for a first date,” I said in response, but I told him about it anyhow. I save this beautiful place for special occasions or just times when I want to spoil myself. You do not usually spend $600 on dinner, after all.

But since I wanted our first visit to be easygoing, I recommended a hip Mexican restaurant that was about midway between us. “They have over 300 tequilas and tacos with handmade tortillas that are to die for,” I said, winking. It is also reasonably affordable.” David paid close attention, but he insisted on picking the location. As much as I desired those incredible tacos, I also respected his initiative.

In large cities with terrible traffic, compromise is essential, particularly if you live on different ends of the spectrum. Let me now talk about my favorite eatery. It is this amazing spot where bite-sized morsels of heaven are served alongside drinks created by James Beard award-winning mixologists. I occasionally visit there just to enjoy a cocktail and take in the opulent atmosphere.

After some deliberation, David unexpectedly insisted on going to my favorite upscale restaurant. Who was I, after all, to argue? After all, that is my favorite location. So we left. The evening got off to a lovely start. We had appetizers, which were the delicious small bits I mentioned earlier, and the cocktails were still captivating. Dinner was served, dish after beautiful dish, with lots of laughter and vibrant talk. We even had dessert, which is something I do not usually do unless it is a particularly memorable event. I thought that we were having a great time. But, my, how the evening changed. Upon settling the substantial cost, which naturally over $600, an unforeseen event transpired.