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Sara Atkins just wants to start anew. No Noah anymore. No food technology. No worries about love. She just needs a breeze of fresh air.
An opportunity presents itself when Sara finds out a...
He eyed me with a raised brow. I slouched unsurely. Mr. Beaumont laid a hand on my shoulder, causing me to look at him. He didn't meet my eyes this time. "She belongs with me, Lysandre", he explained, looking at the waiter instead.
"Certainly!", the look of dislike disappeared, and a fake smile gazed his lips. "Let me lead Monsieur and" his eyes fell to my finger. "Madame to the table."
"It's not- nevermind", I weakly mumbled as he already moved to the right side of the restaurant.
The grip on my shoulder got tighter, and a disapproving look presented itself on Mr. Beaumont's face. I nervously brushed my hair back.
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Lysandre led us to the bar, which was made out of wood and was a nice contrast to the modern furniture, straight to a table by the window. It was in the corner of the restaurant, almost hidden away from the rest and empty, except for us.
"Champagne?", Lysandre asked Mr. Beaumont, not me.
"Do you even need to ask?", Mr. Beaumont raised a brow at him with an amused glint in his eyes. The waiter quickly disappeared. Mr. Beaumont went around the table and pulled out the chair for me.
"Thank you", I mumbled.
A tall, handsome man with brown curls and a clean shaved face swooped to our table, handing out the menus. "For starters I recommend your usual choice, Mr. Beaumont. Naturally we'll put twice the amount for free."
My fingers clawed the menu. For free? "Then bring us a platter of everything", Mr. Beaumont eyed me "without pork."
"As you wish", he nodded at us both, smiling even at me, then left again.
"Do you even drink? I forgot to ask."
"Occasionally", I tugged at my silk shirt.
"Relax", Mr. Beaumont noticed I felt uncomfortable. "You are not out of place."
"I do feel so", I brushed my hair back again. "I'm wearing clothing you use to dry your dishes."
Mr. Beaumont looked at me surprised. "Why would I spend 30 something dollars on a drying cloth? I buy the cheapest I can get."
Astonished, I met his eyes; he in return just shrugged it off and opened the menu. "Talking about cheap, don't you dare take the cheapest item. I'm covering the bill."
"That's exactly why I want to take something inexpensive", I said, then my eyes widened. Had I really said that?
"I can afford it, Sara", he seemed amused. "Don't feel bad. Take the lobster with caviar for all I care. I might just do that myself."
My eyes darted over the menu as he did the same. The prices were ridiculous. 200 $ for spaghetti Bolognese?! I shook my head, nervously peering over to Mr. Beaumont who flipped the pages back and forth, contemplating his choice. Salad can't be that expensive right?
