While waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive, Sanna had already placed their first order. With a wave of her hand, she called for wine from the restaurant's list, one that gleamed with imported bottles from across the world. The selection she chose cost nearly two thousand dollars.
It wasn't the most expensive bottle available, Sheri noted with quiet relief, but it was still far from cheap. She watched her mother twirl the stem of the glass in her hand as though such a price were nothing more than pocket change. At least she didn't go for the one at the very top, Sheri thought, though the knowledge did little to quiet her unease.
Her mother had claimed important guests would be arriving tonight. Sheri had asked more than once who exactly they were, but Sanna only smiled knowingly, leaving her daughter to stew in her nerves. Sheri hated that. She hated the waiting, the wondering. Who could possibly be walking through those doors?
