Chapter XIV

As I entered the establishment I was approached by a lady in a uniform. She looked tight and elegant with her hair in a bun and lips kissed by blood. Not to mention, her skin was creamy white. “Reservation?”, she asked. She slowly went to her booth and open her book filled with names of people who’d like to dine in the place.

I huffed and switched the bag of shoes in my other arm. “I’m a bit late but I was supposed to join Mr. Monaire’s table?” After I started my motif she gladly affirmed and escorted me to a room.

“They are here. Enjoy”. She said and left me.

I was nervous after she says ‘they’ in her sentence. I should expect this since I was already 15 minutes late. I was a bit hoping maybe they were also late and that I could be the first to arrive there.