Chapter Ninety Five:
This is more than just a celebration.
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WE’RE AT MAXWELL’S favorite restaurant.
The place was entirely wonderful and mesmerizing. I’ve been here a couple of times whenever Maxwell would want to eat here after shopping, or after a sister bonding, so I was already familiar with the place.
Upon entering the place, massive glass doors that were decorated with abstract designs of flowers, leaves, and vines is something that would be hard to miss considering the size of it. On both sides of it were a gold statue of angels larger than any three year olds. Their hair was long that reached their bosoms, their arms and fingers delicate and slender. Both were wearing little to nothing clothes aside from a thin cloth draped over them. At the far center was a fireplace constru
