The restaurant glowed like a jewel under the velvet evening sky. Chandeliers shimmered overhead, their golden light spilling across polished marble floors and crisp white tablecloths. Outside, the city pulsed with life, but inside, everything felt calm—intimate even. The soft hum of a piano accompanied the quiet chatter of guests dressed in elegance.
Hugo held the door open for us, his hand resting lightly on my back as I guided Mireya and Maxen inside. The twins gasped in awe, their little eyes darting from the glittering ceiling to the waiters moving with precise grace.
"Sister Lea, this place is so shiny!" Mireya whispered, clutching my arm.
Maxen nodded with equal amazement. "Brother Hugo, do they serve fries here?"
Hugo chuckled, his voice low and smooth. "Probably the fanciest fries you'll ever see."
