Slate Bleu Reservations Novels & Stories

“Hey, Meredith!” “Hi, Julie. How are you? How are the pups? And Joe?” I ask her. Julie has become a good friend and Gael, Hakeem, and I had helped her with the capital to get this place off the ground. Because of that, we are the only people that actually get a reservation here. She says that if you really want something, you either arrive on time to get a seat or its worth the wait.

“Shall we head out, then?” I offered my arm to her, and she curved hers through it. “Absolutely.” We arrived at the restaurant, which was renowned as the most elegant and prestigious dining establishment in the entire country. It was a place reserved for the most influential and affluent individuals. Tonight, I had reserved the entire table to ensure Blue and I could enjoy our privacy. I had requested that they create a romantic and calm atmosphere, and they had certainly delivered on that front. It was perfect for our special evening together.

Felix looked at his wife and children, then nodded happily, "Well, thank goodness if there's still a place." A waiter in a blue shirt with red embroidery reading Meatball Hitz politely led them into the adjacent room behind the order counter. From there, it was only separated by a partition made of glossy woven wood. When Celine came here with Kylie, she didn't notice it; apparently, this inner room was designated for reservations.

It would be entertaining to see if she could get any of it to work here at the Blue Moon. “Welcome everyone to the Blue Moon Bed and Breakfast. Please step forward, and I’ll help get you checked in, and then we’ll show you to your rooms. We hope your stay with us will be magical.” Jody beamed broadly and opened her hands in welcome. Little did they know how magical their stay would be.

"It is a milestone." "It's a party. We should celebrate." "I have scheduled a celebration," Cale said. "Dinner. 7:00 PM. Reservations at The Cliffside." "You made a reservation?" Elion teased. "I thought you hated restaurants. Too many variables." "I requested Table 4," Cale said seriously. "It is in the corner. Back to the wall. Clear line of sight to the exit. And the chef... I vetted him." "You vetted the chef?"

I take in everything we pass on the way there, carefully assessing anything I may need to know for the future hoping Star is paying attention as well. Ever the gentleman, he helps me out of the car once we reach the restaurant. It’s beautifully built, the dark wood and black brick are accented by tendrils of ivy that climb up the building. The name over the entrance read ‘Blue’ with blue light shining behind each letter so it could be seen in the night like the moon. “Alpha it’s so good to see you,” the young hostess says, “your table is ready and we’ve included our new red wine, I hope you find it highly pleasing.” She smiles with hearts in her eyes. I can’t blame her, he looks like dinner

The steady, gentle clink of plates moving along the track filled the air with a soothing rhythm. The hostess greeted them with a bright smile. “Four people? Right this way!” She led them to a booth near the belt. Max and Zach slid in first, sitting on the far side. Jamie ended up next to Max, Ava across from him beside Zach. His thigh brushed Max’s the moment Jamie sat down. He tried very hard not to think about last night. “Welcome! We have two options today. Unlimited from the belt is $28 per person. Or you can order from the menu.”

she says, as we climb the stairs towards the big entrance door. As soon as we arrive inside, a receptionist welcomes us, “Sir? Any reservation?” “Oh yes, it’s under Seid Cohen, Kendra Higgins, and Jeff Tales, however, Cohen couldn’t join us today so I would like to change it to Nikolai–” then I look at him, “–Murrow,” he shortly answers. “Yes, Nikolai Murrow, please?” I ask the receptionist. And she quickly agrees. “Mister Tales, Mister Murrow, Miss Higgins, welcome to Diamond Paradise Table, I hope you enjoy your stay.”

Le Ciel Bleu was a famous exclusive French restaurant in the city with Michelin three-star. It had a six-month waiting list. But apparently, when Damien Blackwood calls, tables appear. Our dining room was on the top floor with windows overlooking the city lights. Soft rose scented candlelight. Roses. And soft music playing. It was perfect. I will award Blaire for this. I looked at my wristwatch, it was 6:45 PM. I arrived early because Eva had texted me earlier to wait for her at our destination and just text her the location instead of picking her up from the house.

"Good evening, how may I help you?" Tybalt smiles to the staff that greeted us. "I made a reservation, under the name of Tybalt Ellis." The man then showed us the way to our table. It surprised me to know that Tybalt made a reservation, did he really plan this? Was he waiting for this? I was not hoping for an expensive date! We can only go watch a movie and have dinner at an ordinary restaurant, but this? Oh my.. I think I am way underdressed!