On Friday evening, Melinda stands in front of the mirror in the front entryway, checking to make sure she looks all right for her date with Greg. She had never gone out to a fancy restaurant before, and she feels butterflies of anticipation fluttering in her stomach. She had dug a shimmering blue gown out from the back of her wardrobe for the occasion. Turning to check the back of her dress, she begins thinking about her meeting the next day with Wayne. She is already feeling guilty and nervous about it. But at the same time, she knows she is looking forward to it. She sighs and shakes her head at her reflection. It is no use worrying about what might happen tomorrow. Right now she needs to focus on getting through tonight.      The doorbell rings and Melinda opens the door to find Greg in a black suit grinning before her, a dozen red roses in his hand. 'He looks so handsome,' Melinda thinks instantly.      "I'm here!" he says, reaching over to give her a kiss. But he stops before he can reach her, his eyes wide.      "Melinda," he says quietly, "You look absolutely beautiful. Stunning."      She laughs, and kisses him quickly on the lips, taking the roses as she does. "You don't look so bad yourself, Greg. The roses are gorgeous! Let me put them in some water and then we can go."      "Great!" he says, stepping into the entryway. "We have reservations at Le Poisson Rouge. I think you're going to love it there."      "I'm excited," she says, returning from the kitchen. The flowers are arranged in a crystal vase on the counter. "Are you ready?"      "I'm ready," he says. He stops by the door, and looks her up and down again. "Man, you are beautiful, Melinda! Wow!"      She laughs and ushers him out the door.