The restaurant was beautiful, clearly not a place for people without much money. She was happy to be well-dressed. Estefano was, as usual, dressed in black: shirt, pants, and dress shoes. He was a good-looking guy, but intimidating too.
They were greeted by an employee.
"Good evening, sir, welcome."
Estefano didn't respond, he just looked at the young man and warned him that Helena was his wife.
The young man swallowed hard and escorted them to the table, which was more secluded and located near a fountain. Further ahead, a man was setting up instruments for a musical performance, and Helena watched the setup in awe.
"I'll take care of some things in the back and be right back."
Helena looked at him confused, wondering what he had to resolve there.
"The restaurant is mine, Helena. S
