Chapter 10
Clara delivered the tray of drinks back to the VIP table, setting them down with practiced ease. Despite having watched Diana’s lightning-fast preparation from their vantage point, the group was still stunned by the sheer precision and speed with which the order had been completed.
Darius, who was usually stoic and observant, picked up his double whiskey and peered into the amber liquid. “Damn, did she really make all of these in under two minutes? And make them look this good?”
Clara leaned against the edge of the booth, basking in her friend’s success. “I mean, most of you ordered something simple—straight liquor, wine, or beer. But Hugo here had to order the girly drink that Diana scoffed at,” she giggled, intentionally trying to ruffle her brother's feathers.
Hugo immedi
