Heidi Barnes
I could hear his silent ‘Yes!’ after I walked past him. It was the best confidence boost, even better than his compliment.
The restaurant itself was five stars for a reason. The elegance spoke for itself. Shimmering golden light crawled on the mint green pop walls. The host was a middle-aged woman who looked strangely young. If we were in LA, I could swear on my life that she was on ozempic. She popped a nice smile and displayed a flawless set of pearl white teeth.
“Good evening lovelies. I am Genie and I will be your host for today. Do you have a reservation? Or would you like to make one now?” She asked. Judging from the way she was staring at us, plus my part-experience at four-star restaurants in Manhattan, I knew when someone was sizing one up in order to know where
