Slate Bleu Reservations Novels & Stories

He was stalling so he could soak in more of the view of the enchantress before him. A few minutes had passed and Emerald was starting to get irritated. How long did it take to go through a list of booked reservations? If her sources — Oriana — had been accurate, then there should only be about twenty six tables in this beanery which made it one of the most exclusive restaurants in the United States, therefore, it shouldn't take more than at least five minutes to skim through the reservations list. Noticing the young woman's growing annoyance, the receptionist hurriedly exclaimed, “Ah! Here it is. Under the name, Carolyn Levine, reservation for Emerald Pearce and—”

I couldn’t help but notice the way Amber quickly avoided his gaze, and how Xavier’s expression softened when he looked at her. I smirked quietly and shook my head. They were still pretending not to care, but anyone with eyes could see the truth. They were in love, and sooner or later, they would resolve their differences. That was their story to figure out, not mine. Just then, Mrs. McLair and Mrs. Rothem approached with smiles on their faces. “Skylar, dear,” Mrs. Rothem said warmly, taking her hand. “Your mother and I have already made reservations at La Lumière d’Or. It’s one of the top five-star restaurants downtown. We’re having a feast tonight to celebrate your success.”

Bella approached the front desk confidently. "Reservations for Grant and McGillicutty," she said to the clerk. "Yes, Ms Grant, we have you in the Royal Suite," he replied. "Perfect. And how about Mr. McGillicutty?" she inquired. "Yes, ma'am, you're in the Royal Suite," came the reply. Bella frowned slightly. "Which of us is in the suite?" she asked. The clerk pointed to his computer screen. "Ms Grant, Mr. McGillicutty, Royal Suite for the next four nights."

The maître d’ said with an apologetic look. Blake looked around, and there were several empty tables around. He smiled and casually stated. “That’s fine. We’ll take this one right here next to father-in-law’s table.” Blake said, ignoring the maître d’ making him frown. “Sir, I assure you that table is already booked.” The maître d’ replied, getting annoyed over the audacity of his man ignoring his instructions. “I know. By me. Look it up. I reserved all your remaining tables for the evening. It’s under Elon. Blake Elon.” Blake said with a smile as he pulled out the chairs for the ladies.

I demanded. "I don't know! The health inspector must have leaked them, or…I don't know, madame. But people are sharing it everywhere. Our reservation system is being flooded with cancellations." I closed my eyes, feeling the room spin. "How many?" "Sixty percent of our bookings for the next two weeks. Gone." "Fuck," I breathed. "We need you here, madame. Please." "I'm coming. I'll be there by morning Paris time. Just… just hold on, Pierre. We'll fix this."

“All right, Mr. Rafael, I’ve secured the Skylight Nook, our top VIP spot. It’s partially secluded, faces the cityscape, and comes with personalized table service. Would you like to pre-order food or a dessert platter?” I glance at the time. “No. We’ll order when she arrives. Just make sure the table’s clean, wine’s chilled, and we’re not disturbed.” “Done. You’re booked for 8:30 PM.” He hands me a small, sleek black folder with the reservation code. “A hostess will escort you directly to the rooftop when you return.” “Thanks.” I turn and walk out, loosening the first button of my shirt. I'm suddenly feeling nervous. Like, so nervous...

The phone kept vibrating in my hand, as if it wanted to scream what I couldn't. Sebastian leaned forward slightly, trying to see the screen, but I turned it toward me, shielding it. Kathe frowned, Mia bit her lip. The message was brief, almost cruel in its simplicity: "The reservation has been released. If you wish to keep the date, you must confirm payment before tomorrow."

“Our reservation was for two, but another guest might join us later. Would it be possible to switch to a table for three or four?” “Of course, if a table is available. But if not, you might have to wait or use an extra chair.” “Ah, I see.” I looked around the restaurant. It wasn’t very crowded even though it was near an office district during lunch hour. Maybe people around here didn’t like eating steak for lunch. But honestly, this was perfect for my plan. ‘I’ve arrived at Hibana Reserve.’ I sent Damian a message. It wasn’t lunchtime yet, so I decided to delay ordering and wait for Damian first.

Arriving at the hotel, Sheila made her way to the receptionist. Since the hotel was a five star hotel, one needed to have a reservation before dining there. " Good afternoon? What can I do for you?" The receptionist greeted professionally, making Sheila smile widely. In the society where one would be treated in accordance to their social status, the receptionist sure impressed Sheila considering that she was wearing a simple t-shirt and faded jeans. " A reservation of two under Blake Shelton." Sheila Said and after confirming something from her computer, she directed Sheila to a booth reserved under Blake.

And neither is Jenny. We arrived at the restaurant—a three-Michelin-star gem, which already promised an exceptional meal. As we walked through the door, the concierge approached us. Jenny had given me all the lunch details, so I took the lead. “Bonjour, nous avons une réservation au nom de Noah Blake,” I told the young man, who quickly checked the booking. “Oui, il y a sept personnes. C'est exact ?” he asked, and I nodded. He led us to our table.