Never tweet when you are drunk !!When it came to dessert, I suddenly looked up to my waiter. Contrary of the others, I found a cherry on top of my ice cream. On the brim of my cup I saw a piece of paper, folded so small that I had almost eaten it. Secretly I took it out of my cup and glanced at my parents. They were talking again, like always, and didn’t pay attention to me at all. So I unfolded the scrap of paper and read it. “You know the meaning of the cherry as red as love? Then meet me at the clock at eight.” I glimpsed at my fathers watch. It said that I had fifteen minutes until the mentioned time. We would be thru with eating right on time. I didn’t pay attention to the waiter who took away my cup. I barely noticed that it was not Freddy Andrews. My heart was pounding.
Telling my parents that I had to rest a bit before I could get up from the table, they left me alone, and when they were out of sight, I heard the big clock strike eight times. I felt as if time was suddenly going backwards, as if we were just meeting the first time. Excitedly I got up and walked to the clock. This promised to be special.I saw the clock. And I saw him at once. Freddy was wearing a black suit and could have been a gentlemen of the First Class. New Money perhaps, but still a member of us. He didn’t see me, because he was watching the clock and its slowly moving minute hand, but when he saw my shadow falling on the clock’s numbers, he turned around and smiled. “May I ask for the first dance, Madam?” With these words he offered me his arm, and when I took it, he led me to the First Class Ball, that was held to celebrate the last day on board.
I was glad, that my parents weren’t in the ballroom, either they didn’t know about the dance, or they cared about dancing as little as about me. Freddy turned me around, so that we stood face to face. When the band played the Emperor’s Waltz, my waiter started dancing with me. I was amazed what a good dancer he was, he led me thru the room like a king his princess. “And it all started with cherries as red as love…” he whispered to me. I looked into his eyes that were as shining as jewels – how ironic in all this wealth. Everything around me seemed to fade. I stared into these eyes and knew that I wouldn’t obey to my father. Even if he wanted me to be doctor’s wife, I would never let my waiter go again…