AMELIA

King's Restaurant has been around for years, I knew that because my mother used to take me when I was younger.

Back then it wasn't for only people who had fat wallets, it was called King's diner and they had the best burgers.

Not now though.

In the past five years they seemed to have trademarked and expanded, turning it into a five-star restaurant.

It was beautiful, but still in the same spot, just bigger and more luxurious.

Talk about losing yourself after fame and riches.

They didn't even have the side swing they used to.

Roman and I stepped down from the car and he had gone back to being his cold self with a confusing emotion in his eyes.

I pretended not to notice, rather trying to compose myself enough to face the coming meeting.

The server at the entrance stopped us before we could go any further, asking us if we had any reservations.

The man was rude, holding out his hand and sneering at us like we were enemies.

“No reservations, no entry,” The man recited, pointing a