Hostess \host-ess\
Noun. A woman in charge of a dining room who seats diners.
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CELINE WESTWOOD POV.
I pull up to Bonita and stop in front of the entrance. A parking valet opens my door. I grab my purse beside me and step out of the car.
“Hello ma’am, welcome to Bonita,” he greeted.
“Hello,” I greeted back. Dropping the keys in his hands, making sure to thank him and giving him a tip. He smiles with a thankful look on his face.
Leaving my car in their hands, I walk into Bonita. Bonita screamed the definition of expensive. From the bright light shining down from the teardrop crystal chandeliers down to the gold that framed the floor to ceiling windows, and white and gold dining room. Employees wearing crisp white uniforms with gold intricately stitched into it.
Seeing two young women behind the hostess stand I began to walk t
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