He guided them through the softly lit space, the clink of cutlery and quiet jazz resuming, though not entirely. Heads kept turning, diners sneaking second and third glances as the group passed by. Rex, unbothered, carried himself like this was just another Tuesday.
Sophie buzzed with excitement, waving at random chandeliers and velvet drapes like she'd just entered a palace. The others in the beauty trio walked with natural poise, as if the stares only confirmed what they already knew. Elara, however, kept her head down, cheeks tinged pink, clutching her bag straps like her only support.
They were led to a corner booth with plenty of space, the kind usually reserved for big spenders. The cushioned seats wrapped around in a half-circle, affording privacy while still commanding a view of the restaurant. Just from their posies and clothes. The waiter knew that they were going to spend big bucks, so he directly brought them to the best place.
