Chapter 38 Surrounded By Big Fish

• Thanks to all the reading I did before becoming Diego’s assistant, I learned that there are three dining areas: Haven, a cozy breakfast café on the first floor serving gourmet omelets and French-style pastries; Rawley’s, a more relaxed yet exclusive pub where you can enjoy pints of craft beer from around the world, as well as century-old single malt Scotch whisky, while sitting in leather wingback chairs and admiring the mounted taxidermy works; and this place, Lux, the epitome of fine dining, with highly skilled servers and elegant, sophisticated décor. However, I can barely focus on the luxurious silk tablecloths and the million-dollar view as I make my way to the table in the farthest corner. Diego’s steel-blue eyes are already fixed on me, stealing my breath away. Lord, that man’s gaze… does he practice that in the mirror?
• “He’s right over there,” Mary waves a graceful hand.
• “Thank you,” I murmur, letting her glide off to mingle with other diners.