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Tears started welling up in her eyes. Then, her phone buzzed. The college reunion WhatsApp group had been silent for the past few days, but Christine texted again. “I’m hosting a party at Innisfree at seven o’clock, this Saturday. Look for the Tipsy Rouge Hall. All of you are invited.” Innisfree was one of the top hotels in Prismara. It was also the biggest establishment owned by the Tate family. Its reputation could easily match the malls owned by HL Corporation. They had a famous slogan that everybody knew about: The key to my heart lies at Innisfree.

"Tell them... tell them 'Madame Rousseau' is personally designing a capsule collection exclusively for them. Tell them it will be the most controversial, profitable launch in their history." Henry looked at his daughter. He saw the fire in her eyes. The Vale fire. "You are playing a dangerous game, Aurora," he whispered, slipping and using her real name. "I am not playing, Henry," she said, her voice flat. "I am winning." Three days later. The private dining room of Le Bernardin. Aurora sat opposite the CEO of Lumina, a terrifyingly chic Frenchwoman named Isabelle Dubois. Isabelle was sipping her wine, her eyes assessing Aurora over the rim of the glass.

A girl with blonde hair tied up into pigtails shot us a courteous smile the moment we approached the counter. "Welcome to Kaiser's, do you have a reservation ma'am?" She chirped with a bubbly tone. Kaiser was a big and famous restaurant. You could only eat here if you booked a reservation days before. I made sure to do that three days earlier. "Yes, a reservation for The Temples," I replied. She nodded and her eyes moved to the monitor in front of her. My eyes trailed the screen for seconds and then she turned back to us. "Yes, The Temples. Your table Is number 56 on the second floor."

“Fine. Whatever. We have a new contract, yeah. Dad’s expressed a need to keep it on the down low as well as use my finest guys. As in, no prospects.” “Oh, boy.” “Yep. Got a client coming into town tomorrow. Name’s Mr. Dean.” “Which is probably fake.” “Damn right it is. We’re supposed to meet him at the ‘La Rogue-a-Grand’ or some shit like that in the afternoon after lunch.” He paused. “La Grenvan Rouge?” I pointed at him. “That place.” “That’s a hell of a hotel. Even their dinky rooms cost upwards of a thousand bucks a night to stay.”

The inside decoration showed wealth and luxury. As the door of the restaurant was pushed open, Callan walked in behind Savannah with Sean and Simon in his arms. "It's so quiet. Just us?" "Wow..." Before Savannah could finish speaking, Sean got off his father's body, screaming, and grabbed hold of Simon's hand. No wonder Sean screamed. The scene in front of them was too shocking! Savannah heard of the Observatory Rotating Restaurant, but it was the first time she had been there. It was very difficult to make a reservation. She heard that people needed to make a reservation at least six months in advance.

he asked his mate. "Yes, my husband. The finest cotton and linen are in the rooms, and everything has been double-checked. We've reserved the entire third floor for the Royal family and their entourage. The accommodations are extravagant, with a private meeting area designed for confidential discussions. As you're aware, this floor is completely soundproof." Alpha Renee embraced his mate and gently kissed her forehead. "This visit will mark a turning point for Harvest Moon," he reminded her. "The recognition and respect we gain from it will enhance our status among the packs."

People were already groaning angrily and heading for the door. I sighed. “Guess it's fate then.” We were just about to join them when a woman in all black stopped us near the entrance. “Mr. Moreau?" she asked. My chest tightened. “Yeah?” She smiled. “The booking was made for you and your friend. Please, continue shopping.” Julian and I stared at each other. “What the actual…” he muttered. “Dude. Are you secretly royalty or something?” I swallowed. “No. But…I think I know who did this.”

The celebration took place at Maison Principale. In the opulently decorated lobby of the glass and steel building, at the centre of Rue du Couvent, the air was filled with the smell of costly perfume, spilled champagne, and roasted botanicals. As Henri led Elizabeth through the crowded group of guests, he gave smooth nods to a number of faces he knew. "That's Gage Keller," Henri whispered, leaning in slightly so that his breath would caress her ear. "He's a developer and his company, Syntax, now owns half of Vancouver. The young woman who is with him is his wife."

When they were finally done with the dishing of the food, Mac silenced the crowd. "As from tomorrow, the Red Queen's restaurant would be open! We would start serving based on the first twenty people to set a reservation, so reserve one for yourself early if you want to have a table. Reservation starts by mid-afternoon. Thank you for your support! Good day!" He ended with a bow. The announcement shocked the people, and the people immediately rushed back home, trying to prepare enough money to procure a reservation. BACK AT JOÜS RESTAURANT... "What are the ingredients she used?" Joüstin asked Malik impatiently.

“We had this booked three weeks ago, when it wasn’t double booked. Do I need to get Mr Spencer or Ms Simmons here for you to explain to them why they don’t have a reception room?” “Sorry Miss” Adam trembles; not wanting to disappoint the high-profile customers of Drake Spencer or Leona Simmons. “I..I wasn’t the person to book the second group. I will call the Rocky Valley Women’s Association and ask them to reschedule.” “You do that” Tiffany spits, turning to walk over to where Simone was seated, saying ‘double booking my ass,’ under her breath. “You’re laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?” Simone giggles, glancing up from the seating plan she was working on with Vince. “So far, we have sea