Novel & Cerita Chapter One Restaurant Mystic

The gates opened slowly, like the house itself was hesitant to let her in. The mansion looked almost the same—polished stone walls, trimmed hedges, and those long marble steps that led up to the wide mahogany doors. Inside, the dining room glowed under a chandelier. The table was already set, a full spread of food laid out—roasted lamb, mashed potatoes, fruit bowls, and glistening wine glasses that caught the light like little suns. Cassidy’s eyes scanned the table and froze when she saw Misty sitting there. Misty didn’t look up. Her mascara was smudged, her eyes swollen, her hair a little tangled. She looked like someone who hadn’t slept in days.

I told her, still close enough that my breath mingled with hers. Her brow furrowed in curiosity. “Out where?” “Somewhere we’ve never been together,” I said cryptically, enjoying the way her eyes lit up with intrigue. “You’ll see. Get ready.” The restaurant I picked was one of the finest in the city. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, and soft music played in the background, adding to the elegance. It was the kind of place where every detail screamed sophistication, from the way the tables were set to the precision of the servers’ movements.

Nori took the liberty to take my small bag, which by the way did not weigh anything, and carried it as he place his left hand on my back for support. Nori guided us inside the mall and walked directly to the restaurant first which was named, “The Shrimp Haven”. I smiled just by seeing the name of the restaurant and I feel that Little Wolf was agreeing as the smell of buttered shrimp enters my nose. Nori, the gentleman that he is, opened the door for Mikey and me to enter. Inside we were met by a receptionist who guided us to our table. After helping me take my seat, Nori picked up Mikey and placed him on the baby’s high chair.

while opening that book to read, enjoying wine in the prosess to ease her unease and uncomfortable feeling that she get before meating that monster later at night to report this reasent case, knowing full well that he has been agitated for quite some time so she nead to becareful about her attitude this time, every meating will happen in defferent place, it is cliché for a criminal organization but it did the trick. Still siting to her couch thinking , her stepson face appear here and there, confuse her to no end, pushing her to toushher self a lot, feeling a sadden uncontrollable horniness and sexual excitement, that may be cased but the shadow that is in front of her enjoying the view of w

She took my hand and squeezed it. “Do you know you won’t get to taste other dishes once you settle for one?” I stopped walking in the hotel lobby. I didn’t understand what she meant. “What dishes?” She rolled her eyes. “Martha, this is what girls do before they get married. Don’t be so conservative and innocent. Let’s go.” She pulled me towards the counter. I had no choice but to follow Angeli. The staff gave us a card, and then we got into the elevator.

Lucas’s POV There are two kinds of madness. The kind that sneaks in through the cracks. And the kind that kicks the door off its hinges and dares you to stop it. I didn’t sneak into Selina’s evening; I kicked the fucking door. The maître d’ was halfway through explaining that the restaurant was fully booked for private parties, but I didn’t hear him. My eyes were already locked on the far table near the back terrace. Candlelight. Wine. A soft jazz quartet playing in the background. The whole fucking scene straight out of a high-society fairy tale.

Now I could only hope that whatever David was about to tell me would be worth wasting that time… The restaurant was called Himitsu, meaning Secret in Japanese. The name was quite adequate since the entrance looked like the porch of a neglected house with no signs mentioning the restaurant outside. As soon as I passed the threshold, a smiling concierge led me to long, round stairs going down. Yep, it turned out the restaurant was in the deep basement... I cursed under my breath as I descended the carved iron steps, once again hoping David's news would be worth it.

Instead, I made my way to the counter, snatched an apple, and bit into it with enough force to shatter diamonds. He observed me chew as if my eating bothered him somehow. “What?” I snapped. “Breakfast is ready,” he replied. I glanced over at the dining area. A full spread awaited, eggs, toast, fruit, oatmeal , just like something you'd find at a hotel buffet. “Oh. I didn’t realize.” “You're going to be staying here. You should be aware.” A flicker of annoyance ignited in my chest. “Maybe you could try being a bit nicer with your words.”

Somewhere behind the counter, the radio was playing carols too quietly to make out the words, just enough to fill the silence Victoria had left behind her. "Is she gone?" Chloe stage-whispered, peering out the fogged glass like Victoria might still be lurking in the snowbank. "She's gone." "Did we survive?" "Barely," Maya said, sinking onto the stool behind the register, legs finally giving out from under her. She pressed both palms against her eyes. "I need a minute. Possibly a year." "Take it." I crossed the shop toward her, snow still melting off my shoulders onto the wood floor, close enough now to see her hands were shaking, fine and fast. "For what it's worth, that wasn't about you."

"Yes, Lily. I have an important meeting tomorrow with some business partners. I promised them an amazing meal, and I know you make excellent risotto al tartufo. I’d like you to cater for it." "Of course, sir. That’s part of my job," I said, keeping it professional. He paused for a moment before continuing. "I brought you something from my trip," he said, pulling out a cookbook signed by Chef Pierre Martin, the famous chef in Paris. "I noticed from your socials that you’re a big fan of his." I stared at the book in disbelief. Even though everything about "Lily" was fake, my admiration for Pierre Martin was real. "Oh my God! Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, hugging him without thinking.