The waitress quickly and respectfully took the card, handling the thin piece of plastic with such caution that beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
She tensed up and said, "Of course, miss. I'll process your payment right away."
"A fake card, and yet some people actually believe it's real."
Isabelle let out a cold scoff and flopped back onto the couch.
The moment those words left her mouth, Celeste nearly slammed her fist on the table in anger.
But Juliette, the person at the center of it all, remained composed. She calmly reached out and pressed Celeste’s shoulder down.
Celeste turned to her in frustration, only to see Juliette shaking her head with a faint smile.
Just like that, Celeste’s anger dissipated. She let out a huff but managed to stay quiet.
"Miss, your payment has be
