When Julie entered the restaurant, the maitre d led her to the table where her fiance waited. A few people noticed her as she walked past, her pale skin with scattered freckles and light reddish-blond hair were eye-catching, but her carriage was striking. She walked slowly and perfectly erect, one heeled foot directly in front of the other, almost like a model on the runway. Her lithe figure encased in a black sheath dress, she slid gently into her chair when it was pulled out for her. Her companion poured her a glass of wine and smiled at her.
“Well, you always keep me waiting, but I never feel like complaining when I see you,” Jack said and reached across the table for her hand. Julie let him take it, then pulled away to raise her glass for a drink. “How was your day, love?” he asked.
“Oh, it was more interesting than usual. I ran into my old roommate, Claudia. She said she had just returned from a 4 day cruise.” Julie watched as Jack tried to appear relaxed, but his hand was sliding down his thigh, smoothing out his slacks over and over until he balled his hand into a fist and placed it in his lap. “And she said she ran into you after disembarking at Cozumel.”
“Look, Julie, you know that’s impossible. I was at the conference in New York. I wouldn’t know Claudia after all this time, how could she possibly know it was me? She must be mistaken.”
“It could be possible that she was mistaken. She said when she saw you, you immediately turned around and headed in a different direction. And it has been a long time since we’ve seen Claudia,” Julie paused, took another sip of her wine and touched her red lips with her napkin.
“You see?” Jack said, “Just a mistake.”
The waiter approached and introduced himself, informed them of tonight’s specials and asked if they would like to see a menu. Julie waved him away. “Give us a minute, please,” she said quietly, her blue eyes locked on Jack’s. The waiter retreated.
“No, Jack, it wasn’t just you that Claudia saw. What clinched it was the fact that my sister, Janet, was on your arm.” She paused, leaning forward on her forearms. Her voice was quiet but clear and made of steel, “I can’t believe you would do this to me, Jack, after all I’ve put up with this past year. I have given you multiple chances to prove yourself. My sister? Really? You are as boring as you are disgusting.” She rose, her composure intact, her hands steady as she pulled the ring from her finger and dropped it into his wine glass. “It’s over. Don’t try to contact me.”
Julie turned, and with her head high and back straight, she walked past the other tables, people watching her as she went by. Jack watched her leave, noting that she moved like royalty and feeling like the court’s jester, a motley fool.
#RDP #RagtagDailyPrompt
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
This is some great detailed writing, you capture each persons movements and mannerisms well. He just learned that one can never get away with a thing forever, eventually all secrets are revealed! Well done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so very much for your kind words, Mason!
LikeLiked by 1 person