Tiffany's POV Tiffany clenched and unclenched her fists as they stood in front of the restaurant waiting for their reservation to be confirmed. She smoothed her velvet green skirt over and over again and tapped the sides of her french bun, attempting to fix it even though she knew it was already perfect. She couldn't help it, though, she was nervous. More nervous than she had ever been before. Afterall, it wasn't every day one met their fiancé for the first time. The restaurant staff looked up from the list in his hand, and offered them a too-bright smile, having found their names on the list. "Yes, Mr. and Miss Dion," he said, his attitude immediately taking a huge turn from the sour display earlier, probably recognising the last name, "Will it be just the two of you tonight?" "No," Tiffany's dad, Russell Dion, said. "We're expecting two more guests." "Alright, that's perfect, sir." Said the staff, and he snapped his fingers to summon a waiter to them like calling a dog. "Please
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