Damien offered me his hand to help me out of the car and smiled at me:
- Welcome to the Palace, again.
I blinked, perplexed that I hadn't realized where we were. I'd sat on the opposite side and hadn't noticed when we'd stopped on the sidewalk I already knew.
- Is this another reception? I thought it was dinner. - I replied, keeping my eyes on the magnificent hotel and trying to control the nervousness that Damien's gaze was causing me.
- No. This time we're just having dinner. - He offered me his arm and I took it. - Be back by ten, Tom.
- Yes, sir. - Tom replied and got back into the car. Damien then began to guide us into the hotel. It wasn't as surrounded by people and cars as last time, but it still contained a fairly generous number of people.
We passed through the Lobby
