The Pinnacle had only opened three years ago, but it had quickly become the hottest place to see and be seen.
Everyone from celebrities to top businessmen, heirs and heiresses, even visiting royalty, flocked to The Pinnacle for a taste.
The waiting list to get in was at least six months long and only someone like Ashton Wright would be able to waltz in on a random night with no reservation and still get an amazing table like the one they had gotten.
Out in the cool night air, with the city sprawled out underneath them like a blanket of lights, Emmaline had to admit that this was a really cool place to be.
She didn't like the stares that they had gotten when they walked in.
She didn't like the whispers and gossip that had flowed the moment they had gotten a table together.
