“YOU…”
Growled Isabelle.
“Behave”
Isabelle then turned her attention to her small white purse, taking a little mirror out of it to check her hair. After a few seconds, Adda let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding all along. She looked at her father, who had crossed his arms over his chest and was tapping his foot on the floor. Then she looked at Ben, somewhat relieved he was distracted with the people at the restaurant rather than seeing all that bitter scenery.
A few minutes turned into an eternity before steady steps stomped the ground. The young woman came back with a smile on her face, ready to deliver the benedict.
“It must be your lucky day, there’s a table for four empty, so we can sit you there”.
“If there’s a table for four, why can’t we sit at our table?”
