ASTRID
I exhale slowly before walking into the restaurant. I'm struck by the grandeur of the place.
It’s the first time I’ll be dining here. I expected the place to be mind-blowing, of course, because it was my dad who chose it. That man wouldn’t settle for anything less. He likes sophistication and elegance.
The marble floors gleam under the soft lighting, and the high ceilings, adorned with crystal chandeliers, make everything feel even more extravagant.
There’s a soft hum of conversation, elegant couples, and business types seated at tables covered in pristine white linens.
I scan the room and spot my parents sitting at a corner table, one of the best in the house, no doubt. He’s talking to the waiter with that authoritative tone of his that makes even grown men sqeak.
My mom,
