May found Beth sitting in the corner booth that belonged to the Sotheby family. She slid onto the upholstered bench across from her sister and sighed. “Wow, I’m exhausted already.”
“We haven’t even opened yet.” Though Beth didn’t work at the restaurant, and hadn’t since her last summer after college, she obviously still felt a connection to the high-end establishment. May’s parents had always involved all the girls in the restaurant decisions, from what curtains to buy to how much to charge for filet mignon.
May looked at the decorative wood blinds that had been selected, topped by a valance made with beautiful navy fabric. It complemented the light wood tables and the dark brown leather on the chairs and booths.
The carpet could probably be replaced—or at least cleaned. The deep blue c
