Chapter 45

• "Caviar?" A waitress, who had been hired along with others by Leopold himself came over to Sophia, and Regina's eyes noticed how the girl's own eyes were eyeing Sophia.
• "Oh," What the hell was caviar? Sophia didn't know, but she guessed it looked appetizing. It was spread on a small slice of toasted french bread. It was different looking, like black beads in some sort of jelly like substance. "Sure."
• The girl smiled, happily holding onto the platter as she waited patiently for the blonde to reach for a slice of bread before walking away, but not before eyeing her once again.