HOLLY
Logan spoke briefly with the maître d' before pulling me into the restaurant, where I gasped at the eclectic mix of odd yet beautiful furnishings that seemed to explode from everywhere. Dozens of Tiffany glass lamps hung from the ceiling. Ornate vases sat on Corinthian pedestals. Mirrors of all shapes and sizes lay scattered across the walls: round mirrors, funhouse mirrors — all of them adorned for the holiday with twinkling Christmas lights. The whole thing reeked of insanity, like something out of Alice in Wonderland. Yet even the chaos was just as cozy, just as romantic, as it was in the movie.
We were led past crowds of merry people sitting at round tables until finally I knew where we were. When the hostess pointed downward at our two empty seats, I was too stunned for words.
