Dinner and Disappointment
Audrey Marchand sat across from a small square table, elaborately dressed with a red table cloth, glass goblets inlaid with gold reflected the glint of a lit candle, shining points of light onto the table. Next to the goblets laid thin champagne glasses, filled halfway with the delectable liquid. The high-end restaurant was moderately spaced out yet chatter filled the room from one end to the other. Waiters dressed in black and white flitted from table to table in old butler-like manners, a spotless cloth flung over one arm in front of them in flawless unison. Audrey had been here before so she didn’t let the high-end manners distract and awe her, as they had the first time. Rather, she busied herself at keeping a pleasant smile on her face while looking across her to Mariu
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