Chapter Thirty Five: A Russian

Camilla

I walk to a nearby Restaurant where I hope the food is affordable. As I reach the door, someone stops me. ‘’Excuse me miss? Do you have a reservation?’’ The young woman asks me and I’m thrown aback.

A reservation for a normal restaurant? ‘’No I don’t,’’ I respond and I can swear she mutters something under her breath.

‘’This place can only be accessed by..’’ She begins but is cut short by a deep voice I would recognize anywhere.

‘’She is with me,’’ Luca says and the girl immediately straightens.

‘’Mr. Moretti! I’m so sorry Sir. I… I didn't know.’’She stutters and I roll my eyes. What kind of stupidity is this?

As we sit down, he smirks, amused by the whole situation. "I must admit, I didn't expect to find you here, attempting to dine in a place like this."

I raise an eyebrow, not appreciating his condescending tone. "And what's wrong with this place?"

Luca chuckles as if finding my lack of awareness entertaining. "This restaurant is known for its exclusivity. Reserv