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he said, taking my hand and guiding me to his car. We drove to a nearby restaurant, the excitement palpable. Tristan helped me out of the car and led me inside. Once we were inside, he pulled out my chair for me. "Thank you," I said, settling in. Moments later, the waiter rushed to our table. Tristan placed our order, and the waiter darted off. A few minutes later, he returned with a beautiful spread of Italian dishes. The aroma filled the air, making my mouth water. He poured blue wine into our glasses, and we dove into the food.

He nodded and stayed with the car. We entered the restaurant. Everything was posh, from the fine white linen tablecloths to the gold trim. The maître d' ushered us to a private table within minutes. He was about to hold the chair for Leila, but I politely waved him off. Once she was seated, I took the seat across from her. “Would you like some wine before dinner, signore?” he asked in a strong Italian accent. I shook my head. “No, thank you.”

I couldn't rest in an unfamiliar place; it was impossible, and I felt trapped. By the time it was time for lunch, Alessandro came into the room with a tray of food and found me trying to decipher a romance book that was written in Italian. It was the only book that was not in English, and I found it the most curious of all. “I brought you lunch,” Alessandro said, and I ignored him. “I think you'll like Loreta's food. There's a pasta carbonara, a medium-rare steak with arugula salad, bread, and gelato. I can't eat with you today due to having to go to Palermo.”

“Yeah, me too.” I gestured towards the charming bistro across the street, my hand sweeping out like a grand gesture. “So, what do you say we start fresh and grab a bite to eat? I'm buying.” Tania's eyes lit up like fireworks on a summer night. “That sounds great, but-” I followed her gaze to the other restaurant nearby. “That restaurant right there,” she gestured to the close building. Her eyes glowed with interest, her voice filled with excitement. “They make the best Steak au poivre and Lobster thermidor in this pack,” she said, her words tumbling out in a rush. “It's so delicious it will make you swoon!”

Stinkingly rich, I suspected. “C’mon,” he urged, holding out a hand to me and nodding at the helicopter, “we have to get on the move before the weather gets unfavorable.” I quickened my steps and was soon being led up the stairs into the helicopter, with him guiding me forward, his fingers splaying on my waist. “But why are we going all the way to Philadelphia just to have a meal?” I demanded, settling into the plush leather seat he led me to. “It’s truffle pasta, little petal,” he said, the corners of his lips tilting up in a slightly mocking smirk. “The best in the whole world. I want you to have it. It’s exactly what you need after a mindblowing sex.”

I get in the car and Gael takes the wheel, about 10 minutes later we are stopping in front of Menton, I can't believe he brought me here, in the most romantic restaurant in town, only with a reservation to get dinner in this place, not to mention that this is the only restaurant in the country that has a chef with the title of Grand Chef Relais & Châteaux. As I enter the restaurant the maître d' takes my coat and I get more compliments from Gael on seeing my dress. We are escorted to our table, and Gael tells the waiter that we will want the Chef's Caprice, which consists of our dishes and drinks being chosen by the Chef of the restaurant. Gael holds out his hand to me and with the other he

**** At the Italian restaurant, Firomina in the city center. Stella stepped out of the car that Bernardo sent to pick her up. She followed the bodyguard into the high-end restaurant. Bernardo was waiting in there. The slender figure was wearing plain black evening dress at knee length, letting her silky hair down naturally, her lips were nude, no color added on her face, but the natural beauty was striking and caught men’s eyes, they turned to look at her when she walked past.

Marco stepped out of the sleek, black car, his driver holding the door for him. He adjusted his suit jacket, feeling the cool evening air of Reggio Calabria. Remembering his dinner date with Mimi made him feel stressed out. He just needed all the distractions he could get, to get away from the tedious situations he was facing. He strode to Ristorante Bella Vista, the finest restaurant in the city, known for its exquisite cuisine and stunning view of the Mediterranean.

She stood in front of their car when she heard the sound of heels. “Finally,” Stella said. She sat in the car not wanting to speak to anyone, the drive to the restaurant was quiet, and no one said a word till they arrived. Her father parked the car and they stepped out. The restaurant looked beautiful from the outside, it was made of glass you could see everyone from the outside. Stella stepped into the restaurant looking at the breathtaking embroidery designs on the ceiling, there were tables and chairs all around the room, a bar by the left of the room, the tables were covered with an Italian table cloth, the staff wore black trousers with white shirts, the floors were water tiles, the wal

replied Red. Ella was impressed with what she heard, but she knew that with Red’s wealth, he was bound to have plenty of connections. She had not had the chance to eat at Elisa’s, but she heard plenty of rave reviews about it. With three Michelin stars, the food was bound to be exceptional. And so would most probably be the price. Ella forced a smile and nodded weakly at Red. Without Red saying anything, the driver backed up the car and was soon cruising along the almost deserted streets. Ella heard a soft whir and the privacy screen went up, hiding her and Red from the driver’s view.