After you finish your vegetables.”
Sophie groaned dramatically.
For ten peaceful seconds, Daniel almost forgot why he had come.
Then Vanessa Cole approached.
The restaurant manager wore a tailored black suit and the expression of someone who considered kindness a weakness.
“Sir,” she said, looking Daniel up and down, “we need this table.”
Daniel looked around.
Seven tables sat empty.
“We just ordered dessert.”
Vanessa lowered her voice. “This section is intended for premium guests.”
Daniel’s gaze sharpened.
“I paid for dinner.”
“That isn’t the issue.”
“Then what is?”
Vanessa
