The dining room at the Baccarat was bright and sophisticated. Patrons chatted amicably over their meals and enjoyed their drinks of choice. While it wasn’t the most expensive or exclusive restaurant, it was the favorite haunt of several prominent New York residents. Some of the current patrons were hoping to catch a glimpse of one such resident. If they were extremely lucky, they might even have a chance to speak with him.
Barclay sat like a king, sipping his brandy. Bianca eventually arrived, looking quite pleased with herself. He could only assume it was because she had a successful shopping trip. No doubt she had spent an obscene amount of money. Her hair looked different too. Perhaps she had gone to her favorite salon again. He could only imagine the charges on his credit cards she ra
