The elevator doors opened directly into the Russell restaurant. And as expected, the restaurant was beautiful. The Chandelier hung like icicles dipped in gold, casting soft glows across the white linen- covered tables.
There was no loud chaos, no drunken crowd. It was elegant. Business men and women sat in their private booth, speaking in low tunes. It was obvious this restaurant wasn't for ordinary people. It was for the elite.
“You must have wasted a lot of money.” Rachel said to Elara who only chuckled in response.
“This way ma'am.” A young hostess said, guiding the two ladies to a booth. Rachel appreciated the hostess with a smile, sinking into the soft couch. The leather was cool under her thighs.
Russell restaurant was the kind of restaurant where reservations were booked abou
