Garvin’s pov. Without delay, I got to the restaurant and immediately made my way to the front desk clerk. Here we go again, I can't believe I'm doing this again. I voiced out to myself. I didn't bother bringing out my phone this time. “Good day, I have a reserved seat at table 12,” I said to the male receptionist who was face down on his laptop. “You're welcome, a minute, please,” he said, his gaze still fixed on the computer in search of my details. I stood still at the podium, while looking around to check if my so-called date had arrived yet. “Mr. Reign,” he said, calling my attention. “Your table is at the center row, just right in front of you,” he said pointing in the direction. Mr. Reign?! Did he just call me by my father's name? People don't get to call me by that, so why does he address me with that. “Excuse me, you don't…” I couldn't complete my statement, the moment I saw the face of the person standing right in front of me. Wait, what?! I don't get it, what the
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