She Helps an Old Lady in the Street… Without Knowing It Was Her Boss’s Mother!

Mireille laughed softly. “Get ready to be pampered.”

He hung up. On his side, Cyril leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with amusement.

The long-awaited day arrived. Mireille was very excited as she got ready for her date with Cyril. She had put on a simple but elegant brown dress with comfortable heels. She wanted to look pretty, but not overdo it.

Cyril arrived at her house on time, still dressed simply so she would not discover, at least for the moment, who he truly was.

Together they took a taxi to the restaurant. During the whole ride, they talked and laughed, sharing moments of closeness. Mireille felt good. She had never met a man so kind, so easy to be around as Cyril.

When they arrived, a waiter welcomed them warmly and led them to a small table near a window. The place was elegant without being intimidating. Mireille had chosen it carefully, a classy but affordable place since she was the one paying.

They looked at the menu, ordered their food, and during the meal Mireille told Cyril about her day at work. He listened with attention, always wearing that same calm and sincere smile. She liked the way he was present, the way he truly listened to her.

Once the meal was over, Mireille searched in her bag to take out the money. She signaled to the waiter, who came over with a polite smile. She held out the bills, but the waiter gently shook his head.

“Madam, the bill has already been paid.”

Mireille frowned, surprised. “What do you mean?”

The waiter only smiled. “Everything was paid in advance.”

Mireille turned to Cyril, confused. “Was it you who did that?”

He raised both hands. “Baby, I’m supposed to be a broke man, remember? How could I have paid for this?”

Mireille sighed and searched around for an explanation. “That’s strange. Maybe the restaurant had a promotion.”

Cyril smiled softly and took a sip of his drink.

A silence settled. Then he set down his fork and looked her straight in the eyes.

“Mireille, I have something important to ask you.”

She raised her eyes, intrigued. “What is it?”

Cyril took a deep breath. His heart was beating fast, but his face remained calm.

“Mireille, will you marry me?”

She froze. Her heart jumped. She stared at him, uncertain she had heard correctly.