They finally arrived at the restaurant, Damien confidently walked up to the hostess stand, his arm around Seraphina's shoulders. "Table for two, please. Damien's party."
The hostess, a perky young woman with a bright smile, looked at him expectantly. "Right this way, Mr. Damien... um... (checks the reservation book) ...party?"
Damien grinned, his eyes twinkling. "That's right. Just 'Damien's party'. No last name necessary. I'm a celebrity, you know."
Seraphina rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "He's not a celebrity, trust me."
The hostess, confused, looked at Seraphina, then back at Damien. "Uh... okay... right this way, then..."
As they followed the hostess to their table, Damien whispered to Seraphina, "I'm pretty sure she's starstruck. I mean, who wouldn't recognize this
