Sky Restaurant
The moment Eunice linked arms with Rosemary and made an entrance, heads turned.
Her beauty alone was enough to draw the eye, but her status as "Mrs. Griffith" made her shine like a star among the crowd.
The restaurant manager, spotting her arrival, hurried over.
"Mrs. Griffith, it’s been too long! We’ve been on pins and needles since your last visit, wracking our brains over what we might’ve done wrong. Seeing you here today is such a joy. You’ve finally come back!"
"Oh, Mr. Morrison, you’re still the king of sweet talk," Eunice said with a chuckle, well accustomed to his flattery.
Mr. Morrison laughed,
"Mrs. Griffith, we genuinely value your dining experience. It’s such a rare pleasure to host you. I’ll have the place cleared and redecorated in a jiffy. If you and this young lady could kindly wait a moment..."
"No need for all that fuss. We’re here to eat, not to cause a scene. Just find us a table with a view," Eunice replied with sensible grace.
"But wouldn’t that be a disservice to you and the young lady here?" Mr. Morrison seemed troubled.
"What, you can’t arrange that?" Eunice’s tone suddenly took on an authoritative edge.
"No, no, not at all! We can arrange it right away. Mrs. Griffith, this way please," Mr. Morrison stammered, almost intimidated by her commanding presence, and promptly led the way.
Eunice turned to Rosemary with a softer look and smile.
"A window seat offers just as lovely a view of the city’s nightscape."
"I agree," Rosemary said, seeing no need for a private area.
Appreciation and approval flickered in Eunice’s eyes as she regarded her niece.
Mr. Morrison pulled out chairs for them, standing by respectfully.
"Mrs. Griffith, will you have the usual, or would you like to try some of the new dishes our chefs have been raving about?"
"Let my niece decide," Eunice tilted her chin up slightly, exuding cool elegance.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Morrison realized the girl’s identity—she was Bard and Eunice’s niece?
Oh dear.
What an oversight!
"I had no idea we were hosting your niece. This table arrangement is far too casual. I see the neighboring tables are almost done. Perhaps I could clear this area and install a glass partition for more privacy, so you and your niece can chat freely without any concern."
"That won’t be necessary," Eunice and Rosemary said in unison, clearly not interested in disturbing the other diners.
Mr. Morrison didn’t expect them to be so alike in speech and temperament. He quickly added,
"Then I must insist on sending over a few extra dishes later. We’ve truly neglected your needs today!"
"Rose, see anything you fancy?" Eunice’s gaze fell on Rose across from her.
Her fresh, unpretentious beauty stood out, her face radiantly delicate, while a lotus-like elegance seemed to emanate from her.
Many a well-heeled gentleman in the vicinity couldn’t help but steal glances.
Indeed, she was a Collins, flawless in looks and grace.
"Just these dishes," Rosemary said, tapping away on the tablet to place their order. Once finished, she handed the tablet back to Mr. Morrison.
Martin thought to himself that he really needed to work harder to prevent Serena from such indignities in the future.
"You’re the only son of our family, and eventually, you’ll run the family business. Our parents want a daughter-in-law who is virtuous and capable, not someone like Serena!"
"Diana, I get your point," Martin checked the time and spoke calmly.
"Go home. Let’s leave it at that."
Diana was shocked.
"What, you’re still going to see her? I heard you had important business back home this week, but you dropped everything just because she wanted to come to Dawnstar. And now she’s left you hanging. What are you thinking?"
"She wanted some time to shop on her own, and I respect that. I have things to take care of here in Dawnstar too."
"Who are you kidding? Your business here is running smoothly. At best, you come to check in—what urgent matters could you possibly have? Don’t think I don’t know you!"
Seeing that her words were having no effect, Diana crossed her arms and said angrily,
"If our parents knew about this, they’d never approve of you two together."
"If you don’t tell, and I don’t tell, how will they know?" Martin looked up at his sister with a steady gaze.
Diana was at a loss for words. Her brother, a model student and a paragon of virtue—brilliant and handsome—was acting so stubborn over Serena!
What was so special about Serena, anyway?
"Don’t expect me to cover for you. If our parents find out and ask for my opinion, I won’t support you this time!"
Diana glared at him before storming out, her frustration with her brother reaching its peak.

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