Chapter 415 Lori's Wonder:>36

• I told Lori we were dining at one of the best restaurants in London, so she had to get her boots and socks on, as we only had an hour to make our reservations.
• 30 minutes later we were walking out to the waiting car, a sleek Mercedes limousine. Lori was wearing that stunning red minidress she'd worn for dinner with Sophie the night she'd told her she was pregnant, and those stellar red stiletto's, and with her china complexion and her jet black hair cascading down her back, she looked completely stunning. Passing cars were slowing down to ogle her, and I had to grin; I was right, she really was a traffic stopper!
• We got the same kind of reception at the restaurant; people were craning their necks to look at her, their foreheads wrinkling as they tried to place her. 'A stunningly beautiful girl in a micro-dress, with a body like that, she must be famous, where have I seen her before?' was the general undercurrent in the room as we were seated, and Lori lapped up every molecule of it, playing to the crowd for all she was worth. Her Midwest accent broadened, and her frequent head-tossing as she flicked her hair out of her eyes, and her constant crossing and re-crossing of her legs were followed by every man in the room. We had no lack of waiters; all she had to do was look up and there would be one there; I got the impression they were competing to see who could get there fastest just so she could grace him with her attention.