“We’re here,” Ace announced after he had parked the car.
I watched as he got out before opening the car door to get out myself. Ace was by my side when I stepped out of the car, and he readily offered me his hand for support. I wasn’t wearing particularly high heels, so it wasn’t much of an issue getting out of the car; however, I took his hand without hesitation. To my surprise, the place that Ace had chosen didn’t seem like such a private or hidden place at all. Unlike the other restaurants that he took me to on our secret dates, I found myself standing in front of a very tall hotel building.
“Is the restaurant in there?” I asked to confirm my understanding of the situation.
“Yup. This way…” Ace replied as he tugged on my hand for me to follow after him.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I followed Ace into the lobby of the very luxurious-looking hotel but I got the feeling that something private wasn’t something that Ace had in mind for our dinner tonight. We were greeted by a man dressed in a smart suit who seemed to be a manager of the hotel. It was clear that he was expecting us.
“This way please, I have everything set up for you,” he readily informed Ace.
“Thank you,” Ace thanked the man quite passively.
Suddenly, everything started to feel very planned and very formal. A slight feeling of worry started to form in the pit of my stomach when I sensed that this date wasn’t quite like our usual one. I was still very concerned about people finding out that we were dating and Ace was aware of that as well. Plus, the deal with his father was still on and for that, we had to keep our relationship a secret. I cocked my head to the side in confusion as I wondered why Ace didn’t seem to care much about that for our date today.
The sense of foreboding that had grown inside of me worsened when the manager led us to a table with a great view. The lack of privacy didn’t bother me as much as the fact that the table that we were shown to was a table for four instead of a table for two. It could have just been a mistake, or he just wanted us to have a larger table; however, I still found it strange that there were more than two chairs at the table.
Is someone going to join us for dinner?
That question was about to slip out between my lips when the manager turned toward me and offered me a pleasant smile. I hesitated about what to do as my mind conjured up countless possibilities of what could possibly go wrong.
“Please take a seat, Miss. Let me help you…” the manager offered as he pulled out a chair for me.
“Oh, thank you very much…” I murmured while my mind was still in a daze.
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