Danielle
“Sorry,” I tuck my hair behind my ear as I approach a hostess, causing her to smile at me. “I’m supposed to meet with my boyfriend, but I guess he is running late. Must be a table for Fortunati.”
The hostess looks at her book and her smile brightens as she gestures to me to follow her.
Her Kimono rustles as she walks gracefully, and I am thinking about whether I’m dressed elegantly enough for this luxurious place as she passes the entrance of the hall with the tables and the chatting guests.
I gulp anxiously as I follow her down the beautifully decorated hallway. She reaches a door on the right and slides it open with a deep bow. “Please feel at home and leave your shoes at the door.”
“Thank you so much,” I say, doing a small curtsy and entering the room.
The first thi
