In the outskirts of town, far, far from the prying eyes of people was a small, secluded cafe. It was initially a cottage, but the owners expanded it into a restaurant.
Due to the beautiful forest and the scenic flowers peppering the path there, it had become an attraction to many people; however, the restaurant was too small to cater to that many guests. The restaurant decided it was always a first come first serve basis. They took no reservations, no appointments, and didn't care for how important a guest was.
That is, until Lydia Claymore walked through the doors, brought off everyone waiting in line, and had the whole restaurant to herself, including the staff that came with her. Everyone occupying the seats either worked for Lydia or the Claymores, and there was no exception.
"Addy!" The heiress squealed, shooting out of her chair when she saw a sleek black car stop directly in front of the cafe.
