After a delicious dessert of a shot of espresso mixed with vanilla gelato, our dinner was blessedly over. I still couldn’t believe I survived it. The only way I got through it was focusing on the mouthwatering meal.
I wished that I had the money to eat here every day. Some of the groans of pleasure that had come out of my mouth were a little embarrassing, but the food was so delicious that I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Gareth had accounts at all the expensive restaurants in our kingdom, so we didn’t even have to wait for the bill. The five of us walked out of the restaurant, and I chose to walk by Michelle, allowing Isabella and Elliot to go before me.
Night had fallen, and the streets were busy with cars. I glanced around, my mood having lifted slightly, searching for one of Gareth’s fancy cars that would take us home. I was wondering how I would get home after being driven back to the mansion when Beta Kevin pulled up and parked at the curb.
