The melodious sound of a violin resonated through the restaurant, as guests conversed quietly, maintaining their composure. The candles burning in oval glass vases made the dimly lit restaurant seem all the more tranquil.
She gently cut a piece of the tender veal and forked it into her mouth to slowly chew, her rosy lips rhythmically opening and closing, exuding a tantalizing charm in the faintly lit restaurant.
Soon, a hint of surprise flickered in her brown eyes, "It's surprising how excellent this veal is. I didn't expect to find such an authentic taste of home here."
"Fletcher Restaurant imports its Italian ingredients daily from Italy, so reservations have to be made in advance. Although some freshness is inevitably lost, you wouldn't notice the difference given the chef's meticulous cooking," Adrian said with a slight smile, lifting his spoon to sip the fresh soup.
