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The Jules Verne restaurant boasted beautiful views through the non-reflective bay windows on the Eiffel Tower.
She gazed at the city lights, letting the waiters set the table before her as they went back and forth with trays containing small portions of intricate delicacies, cooked to perfection. French gastronomy at its finest.
“Bringing another one of those beauties here, Cattleya?”
She tossed a grin towards the chef who walked towards her with a bottle of premium quality wine, “Evening, Julien.”
She stood and he held her shoulder, amicably greeting her with light pecks on her two cheeks. “You keep surprising me. Never thought you’d reserve the whole tower for just a woman. This one must be pretty special.”
He unwrapped the golden foil, twisted the cork open, held the
