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(SOFIA'S POV)
It was noon, and I was hungry, but being my lazy self, I didn't have the strength to make food. Pizza, my favorite food, was out of the question as I had been having it non-stop for a week. Scouting for a nice restaurant to have a decent lunch seemed like the best option. And so I got on my phone and began scrolling through the Internet for nice restaurants.
Most restaurants within the vicinity didn't catch my fancy since I had visited most of them and their food was now stale to my taste buds.
I needed a change, I decided, and kept searching until one caught my attention. It was a big Italian restaurant, somewhat close by, and what was more appealing was that it was new. That meant their food and customer service would be top-notch, as they were still trying to break into their market and would want to please their customers.
That decided, I got prepared to leave for the location. On arrival, I was impressed by the sophistication of the place.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.
It had to be the best restaurant I have been to in New York, I thought, as I walked inside. I took a seat and pressed the button on the table for a waiter.
I crossed my legs and flipped my hair authoritatively when I saw the waiter arriving.
"I want a personalized VIP treatment," I began. "I want a private space, a personal waiter on standby and a complimentary champagne bottle."
The waiter's eyes widened. "I apologize, Ma'am, but we don't offer such services here."
"What kind of restaurant as big as this doesn't offer VIP treatment?" I asked, my voice rising. "Are you trying to embarrass me?"
The noise caught the attention of one of the chefs, who walked up to us. I could tell she was a chef from her uniform.
"Is everything okay here?" She asked.
I turned to look at her in disdain, but my eyes squinted in recognition. "I know you, don't I?"
She seemed to recognize me, too, but what irked me the most was how calm and unfazed she was. "Yes, you do know me."
I scoffed. "I see you've been cursed
to work in restaurants all your life..." I peered down at her chef tag, "Rebecca, just like your pathetic colleague, Arielle. At least you had a job, not like that poor divorced
woman. Do you know where she is? I heard she disappeared into thin air and no one has heard from her. I bet she's probably suffering wherever she is "
Her eyes hardened, and I saw anger flash in them. "That's enough, Sofia."
I raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm, feisty Oh, you think you can talk to me like that? You know what, I can't speak to someone of your status, get me your manager, now!"
"I'm sorry, our manager is currently not available. But whatever you need, I'll tend to you," Rebecca said, sounding professional now.
"Are you defying me? You know what, just wait until my husband hears about this! He'll shut this place down, and your poor manager will be begging for mercy!"
But still Rebecca seemed unmoved as she stood there staring at me with disinterest. Now that was not the plan, I wanted her cowering and shaking at my threat.
"Fine, I'll call him now," I said,
reaching for my bag, but my action was stopped by the gasps of people and approaching footsteps. I paused and looked behind me, and for a moment, I stopped breathing
The sight before me was just so surreal to be real. Jared was walking towards me, but it was not him who caught my attention.
It was her.
Arielle.
She was gracefully walking beside him, a smirk on her face.