“Excuse me, I’m with Darren Delhalle. We’re meeting here tonight, do you have any idea what table he is?”, Keith asked as she walked into the restaurant, failing to find Darren anywhere, and decided to talk to the person at the counter.
The receptionist took her list of records and searched for the name before she raised her head and gazed back at Keith with a smile.
“You must be Lady Keith Vazquez. Lord Darren Delhalle is waiting for you at a private room. Let me escort you there”, the receptionist said with a warm smile and utmost respect, treating her like a royalty as Keith follows her from behind with a tiny feeling of awkwardness from how the receptionist addressed her as ‘lady’, and Darren as ‘lord’.
The receptionist of though, a restaurant, led her to the far away room. They st
