“I want the most expensive tasting menu for everyone here,” she demanded loudly to the server. “And open the reserve bottles of wine from the cellar, so make sure nothing cheap touches this table.”
Her friends applauded her generosity enthusiastically.
“How incredibly generous you are, Beatrice!”
“Well, that is the beauty of having a luxury restaurant in the family,” she replied, glancing over at me with a triumphant smirk.
The final bill for a banquet of this scale could easily exceed twenty thousand dollars.
Gavin approached me once again in the hallway with deep concern.
“Camilla, we can still put a stop to this right now before it goes any further.”
“No, Gavin, let them order and serve everything they want.”
Beatrice took her seat at the head of the private dining room and immediately began acting like the supreme hostess. Plates of pan-seared scallops, fresh tuna tartare, artisan flatbreads, prime ribeyes, rich sauces, and the finest vintage wine bottles quickly arrived at their table.
