Dinner was at a private dining room in a luxury hotel. It was dimly lit, there was soft jazz music playing. The clinking of crystal glasses and cluttering was heard above the background laughter and chatter.
Tiffany remained close to her mom as they walked into the venue.
The room was stunning, with lofty ceilings and cozy lighting. Her heels tapped gently against the marble floor as they walked towards a group of people in tailored suits and elegant cocktail dresses.
“Ah, Tracey!” exclaimed a man dressed in a navy suit, his smile was bright and polished. "Here you are." "We were beginning to assume you had gotten lost."
"I wouldn’t dream of making you wait, Michael," Tracey remarked, presenting both cheeks for a kiss. “This is my daughter,Tiffany.” “And this,” she indicated, “is Land
