ELARA
“Linda was hesitant to let us take your properties, actually…” Julian answered when I inquired about their extraction of my things from Shawn’s house.
“It was the b***h… what is her name again?”
“Miranda,” Liam supplied, sipping champagne from his glass.
Just as Dominic promised, we were all out tonight to celebrate. We were at the Gilded Lily, a high-end restaurant Liam had chosen.
True to his reputation, it was breathtaking. The interior was an oasis of quiet opulence, with walls draped in midnight-blue velvet and crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, amber glow over the white linen tables.
The quality of service was impeccable; the waiters moved like shadows in their crisp, charcoal-grey uniforms, appearing only when needed. And the food on the table was a masterpiece—s
