They followed the kids into the restaurant, and paused at the hostess who was sneering. She held out the school’s credit card. “I did discuss this with the manager earlier however I will cover the students’ meals. No wine. Soft drinks or juices only.”
The woman rolled her eyes, “no need. A patron of the arts already paid for your entire group.”
She felt her heart sink, “excuse me?”
“It was anonymous, but you can rest assured there is nothing the students can order which won’t be covered by your benefactor.”
“My benefactor?” she felt her skin bristling knowing full well who had paid their meal.
“Yes.”
“Anonymous?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck.” She hissed as Dante squeezed her hand warningly.
“Excusez-moi?” the woman blinked at the curse.
“Never mind,” she walked to the side of the restaurant whe
