“No! No! No!” I cried as Roberto handed Mark my Napoleon cup.
I reached across the table and took it myself, leaving the Empress Josephine for my guest.
He drank his coffee in silent disapproval, watching as I unscrewed the carnelian cap of the silver box in which I keep my saccharine tablets. Although I spread butter lavishly on my brioches, I cling religiously to the belief that the substitution of saccharine for sugar in coffee will make me slender and fascinating. His scorn robbed my attitudes of character.
Ok, this sounds much more promising!