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Isolde smiles. I smile at the waiter, “We’ll have the chorizo, fried potatoes, pimiento & salsa roja for entrée and then for main we’ll have the paella, and for dessert, we’ll have the fried dulce de leche cheesecake with white chocolate ice cream,” I say politely as I hand him the menus, “Oh, and could I also get another bloody mary, only a virgin one this time?” “Right away,” the waiter smiles as he takes our menus and leaves.

— He nods in agreement, and smiles. [...] Ibiza is an amazing place, with wonderful beaches and parties practically every day in the island's nightclubs and hotels. Raúl decided to go to one of these clubs, inside a hotel in the center. I put on a short dress and this time he didn't imply, and if he did he wouldn't take it off. We arrived at the hotel, and I confess that I expected more from the place, after all it is a very popular place, frequented by famous people. Its facade is very simple, it looks like an ordinary building, there is nothing determining that that environment is a hotel, with the exception of the sign that shows its name: La Plata. Its interior isn't that impressive eith

"That one is 'crema', just plain cream flavor. It's a classic." "This is too much pressure," Christabel groaned dramatically. "I'm going to need to try everything." "Please don't," I said. "We'll be here until midnight." In the end, I ordered strawberry, Christabel went with both pistachio and chocolate hazelnut after much deliberation, and Marco got something called bacio, that he insisted was "life-changing." We found a small table near the window, and I tried very hard to ignore Matteo sitting a few tables away from us.

Inside, the restaurant was intimate — white tablecloths, polished silver, the faint scent of saffron drifting from the kitchen. They took a table by the window, where the view stretched out over the darkening harbor. The waiter brought menus in Spanish and English, but Clara didn’t bother with the latter. She ordered for both of them — paella de mariscos, a chilled bottle of Albariño, and small plates of jamón ibérico and pulpo a la gallega to start. As they waited, their conversation drifted between business and lighter topics. Clara teased him about the way he still stumbled over certain Spanish phrases; he countered by pointing out her obsessive habit of re-checking invoices even after th

Ben compliments the ladies earning him their blushes and smiles “I thought you said you weren’t coming” Bella asks munching down on her food again “Changed my mind” I reply her sharply The waiter comes to take our orders, Ben orders some classic crispy fish tacos and sautéed wild jumbo scallops, I settle for a seafood Ceviche which is a mixed dish of shrimp, snapper and sea bass with the bright flavors of lime, ginger and pineapple. The waiter brings us a bottle of champagne to drink while we wait for our meal, Charlotte orders another round of corn and fish chowder

The banquet was spread across the east wing garden, where marble statues and topiary lions watched over long tables of delicacies flown in from every corner of the world. Caviar on mother-of-pearl spoons. A cheese tower featuring Beaufort d’Été, Roquefort, and Brillat-Savarin. Spanish Jamón Ibérico, sliced so thin it melted like truffle butter. Mini wagyu sliders topped with gold leaf. Fresh oysters chilled on sculpted ice beds, with Mignonette sauce handmade by a chef from the South of France. And dessert trays—dear god—the macaron pyramid alone was worth more than some apartments downtown.

"I know. He actually did something useful—tagging the shop, sending the team. It was... decent." Santiago looks like he’d rather swallow a silver bullet than praise Derek Coleman. The waiter arrives, a beta in a crisp tux, placing the heavy leather menus before us. "Good evening. Specials tonight include a blood-rare venison or our house-aged Cabernet." Santiago doesn't look up. His eyes are burning into mine. "If you want to walk out, I won't stop you." "I’m staying," I tell him. I give the waiter a tight smile. "Give us five minutes?"

I asked him. "Depends on what you want. Do you want steak or seafood?" "Seafood. What do you recommend?" "Their salmon is the best. We can get a mixed platter, and try some of their other dishes." "That sounds perfect. And what about the drinks?" "The champagne goes great with the salmon." "Okay." I smiled and nodded. "Would you like something else?" "No. That's fine." "I'll go order our food." He stood up and walked over to the bar.

Ted understood his meaning and quickly said, “I’ll order it right away Mr. Carlos.” But however Augustus stopped him and waved the waiter to come over, “I want a huge sea food platter, make it spicy and also I heard that you have just received Bluefin Tuna from Tokyo today, I want that too, give me the largest potion.” He paused, looked at Ted’s face being darkened he curved his lips and then continued, “Also bring us two boxes of 1982 Lafite.” He ordered generously. Waiter nervously looked at Ted, The things Augustus has ordered are very expensive, and he was clearly showing off his power. Ted had no choice but to nod his head. Waiter left hurriedly.

"Ramona ..." "Yes?" Sophistically he sat down in the chair in front of him and handed her the bottle of wine. He immediately knocked over the bottle and smiled sweetly. “Wow! L’Ermita Priorat 2012 Alvaro Palacios! One of Spain’s most treasured wines and the msterpiece that L’Ermita is worshiped and coveted by many. ” Satisfied with its promise and drank the wine again. "Do you want to ask something?" He sipped the wine from the goblet and slowly sighed. “Do you know a girl named Blessy?”