Driving up the stone-paved circle driveway, a majestic canopy of stargazer lilies and fragrant magnolias gracefully hung overhead, creating a breathtaking entrance. The imposing entrance boasted two regal white marbled pillars adorned with intricate gold accents, exuding timeless elegance. Surrounding the driveway were small ponds teeming with vibrant exotic plants and enchanting aquatic creatures, infusing life and magic into the surroundings.
The gentle sound of flowing water, intertwining each pond, imbued the atmosphere with a soothing and serene aura, captivating the senses.
Approaching the restaurant entrance, she was greeted by a remarkable sight: the floor beneath her feet was made of clear glass, allowing her to peer into the mystical garden beneath. As she neared the doors, her eyes were drawn to one patterned glass door, depicting a mesmerizing scene of stars cascading down, mimicking a majestic tree with branches elegantly hanging. With a subtle push, the door opened, revealing a dapper man in a sleek black tuxedo, who gracefully stepped aside, inviting her into the enchanting realm beyond.
Stepping inside, she was immediately captivated by the seamless fusion of a five-star restaurant's sophistication and the ethereal beauty of a desert garden. The ambiance was a harmonious blend of opulence and natural splendor, a true feast for the eyes and soul. The interior design was meticulously crafted to accentuate the breathtaking surroundings, incorporating elements of nature into every aspect of the decor.
"Ms. Yamamoto, it is always an absolute delight to welcome you here," greeted the man in the black tuxedo, his voice filled with genuine warmth and respect.
She smiled and replied, "No, the pleasure is truly mine."
As she continued into the establishment, she couldn't help but marvel at the intricate details that adorned every corner. The walls were adorned with hand-painted murals depicting whimsical desert landscapes with vibrant flora and fauna perfectly coexisting. The ceiling boasted an awe-inspiring glass dome, allowing natural sunlight to filter through during the day and casting a soft, ethereal glow upon the guests.
The seating area was an oasis of comfort and luxury, with plush velvet chairs and intricately carved wooden tables. Each was adorned with delicate vases showcasing freshly picked blooms from the surrounding gardens. The tables were impeccably set with fine porcelain and gleaming silverware, a testament to the establishment's commitment to excellence.
Following the host to her table, he leaned into her ear and informed her that someone requested she sit over at their table instead. Like clockwork, she already knew who it was. Before sitting down at her table, she scanned the room. Finding the repulsive man staring at her, smiling with lust written all over his face. She slightly recoiled at the thought of him being in the same room as her. But her personal feelings and thoughts don't matter in the eyes of the public. Looking down at her table, she picked up the empty glass, raised it, acknowledged him, and then sat briskly.
As she settled into her seat, a gentle breeze wafted through the open windows, carrying the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. The menu presented a tempting array of culinary delights, carefully curated to showcase the finest ingredients sourced from local farmers and artisans. Each dish was a work of art, meticulously crafted by talented chefs who blended flavors and textures to create a symphony on the palate. A man of slender stature and posh hair walked up to her table with a pitcher of ice water and complimentary bread and butter.
"Sir, I'm ready to order. I'll be having the Caesar salad with lemon zest and light dressing. Pair it with your choice of house wine. Make it white, please."
The waiter bowed with a smile, excusing himself to execute her order. However, she grabbed her phone to check on some work-related matters.
While intently staring at their phone, from the corner of her eye, she noticed the man from earlier get up from his table. His swagger radiated arrogance as he walked over. His oily black hair, the over-the-top designer suit, wearing shades inside like some immature kid thinking they're cool. All of it annoyed her.
"Mia, the fiercest woman in the biz. It's good to see you. You know it's only a matter of time before you go out with me." The man said, grinning while pulling out the chair to sit.
"Brian, yeah, no, I didn't say I wanted company. Please leave. I'm busy making real money while you play Crown Prince in the entertainment industry. I would like to not taint my time with you. And besides, a day in my world would eat you up and send you down the drain."
"Sure, it would. We both know I'm doing you a favor by staying in my industry. There's no need to have a cock fight here. You know I want you. So stop playing hard to get and be with me already." Brian said while spinning a knife on its point, staring intensely at Mia.
"As if. I'm not interested in sleazy men who think every woman can be bought with flashy gifts. Go away; you're disturbing my lunch."
"You're only in your position because that old geezer likes what's between your legs, not your ability. Just know I'll make you mine one day, and you will regret having this conversation!" The man growled, getting up from the table.
"Attacking my gender, nice. Seems you run out of things to talk shit about. I earned my position like everyone else before me. But you're too bird-brained to think of such notions." Mia retorted, leaning back in her chair.
Brain scoffed, rolling his eyes with disdain as he turned to leave the restaurant.