Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Fitch was stunned, then excitedly said, “Are you choosing your bro over a girl?”
“It’s more like the girl didn’t choose me, so I ended up with you.”
Fitch was speechless.
The backup plan!
In Martin’s world, he was nothing but the backup plan!
They headed to Sky Restaurant.
Eunice polished off her steak with refined grace and took a delicate sip of her red wine. “Bella, darling, I’m just going to freshen up.”
“Sure thing.”
Mirabella eyed the feast still sprawled across the table. Mr. Morrison had been overly generous, bringing them seven or eight dishes in quick succession. There was no way the two of them could finish it all.
Just then, Serena strode into the restaurant and immediately spotted Mirabella by the window.
The humiliation she had endured earlier on Style Plaza was burning inside her, propelling her on her stilettos straight toward Mirabella.
But before she could get far, a polite interruption came from the staff.
“Excuse me, miss, do you have a reservation?” the waiter inquired with a courteous tone.
“I know her; Serena said haughtily, nodding toward the woman sitting by the window.
The waiter recognized the quest as Ms. Bella, Mrs. Griffith’s niece. Did this girl know her? Seeing they were of a similar age, perhaps they were friends.
“Would you like me to bring another chair?”
“No need, I just have a word with her and then I’ll leave”
As Serena approached Mirabella, she took note of the surroundings. Mirabella’s seat was conveniently obscured from the nearest surveillance camera by a structural column, and the cameras in the distance didn’t seem to cover this angle either.The other tables were far enough not to eavesdrop, and the waiters, busy clearing the remnants of a sumptuous meal, paid them no mind.
It was a quiet hour with only a few patrons from Dawnstar scattered around, none of whom seemed to recognize her.
It felt like fate was conspiring in her favor. Spotting a half-finished glass of champagne on a recently vacated table, Serena snaqged it and stormed towards Mirabella.
Mirabella, absorbed in the night view beyond the massive glass wall, caught sight of an angry figure reflected in the pane. The figure hurled the contents of a glass her way. With lightning reflexes, Mirabella snatched a napkin to shield herself and dodged, retaliating by splashing her glass of red wine at the aggressor.
Serena hadn’t anticipated that her champagne assault would barely splash Mirabella, nor that Mirabella would douse her in red wine.
The wine cascaded down her beret, stained her face, and trickled into her dress.
Her CNL pink ensemble was ruined, and just as she let out a shriek, Mirabella had her pinned against the table.
Serena’s left cheek now made an intimate acquaintance with the remains of a beef dish.
By the time Mr. Morrison and the waitstaff arrived, Mirabella declared, “I’ve got this.”
They were all taken aback by the audacity of the girl who dared to drench Mirabella in champagne in full view of everyone.
And today of all days, with Mrs. Griffith present!Clearly, this person was unhinged, a complete lunatic, to offend Mrs. Griffith’s niece.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” Serena had intended to make a splash and dash, thinking Mirabella would be too preoccupied with cleaning herself up to bother with the culprit.
But Mirabella’s swift reaction caught her off guard, and what was infuriating was that only a few drops of champagne had hit Mirabella.
“Have I been too kind to you lately?” Mirabella held her tight, visibly annoyed. She had previously dismissed Serena as a mere jester, unworthy of attention, but now her brazenness was escalating.
“So fond of splashing drinks, are you?” Mirabella glanced at the wine on the table. “What a shame this is a 1945 Romanée-Conti. I can’t bear to waste it. Manager, what’s the cheapest swill you’ve got?”
Mr. Morrison quickly chimed in, “Ms. Bella, we have a 1951 Chivas Estate red wine.”
“Bring me two bottles.”
“Mirabella, what are you planning to do?” Serena, unable to break free, resorted to threats. “You wouldn’t dare, right?”
“You’ve got the gall to do it in front of everyone. Why shouldn’t I?”
Mirabella had the wine uncorked, pressed Serena down onto the plate, and poured both bottles over her head.
“Ah.” Serena’s scream was cut short as the red wine poured into her mouth.
Even with her eyes tightly shut, some of the wine managed to seep into her eyes, stinging them painfully.
And her ears—since she was being held face down against the plate, one ear was filled with the unwelcome flow of the wine.
Mirabella clutched Serena’s hair with force, dumping two whole bottles over her head, her expression unmoved.
Serena’s hands flailed behind her, desperately trying to hit Mirabella, only to be restrained by two waiters who stepped forward.
Drenched in wine, even the warmth of the restaurant’s heating couldn’t stop Serena from shivering as the liquid soaked through her clothes.
That damn Mirabella, how dare she?
How dare she humiliate her in front of all these people?
After emptying the bottles, Mirabella released her grip, casually tossing Serena aside.
Serena lost her balance and toppled to the floor, her head hitting a nearby chair.
Mr. Morrison and several waiters quickly surrounded Mirabella, asking anxiously, “Ms. Bella, are you alright?”One handed Mirabella a sanitizing wet wipe to clean her hands, another delicately dabbed at the wine stains on her dress, while four others swiftly cleaned up the chaotic table and replaced it with a fresh tablecloth. One knelt to wipe the wine from Mirabella’s shoes, and another hurried to mop the floor.
Meanwhile, Serena was left in her misery, ignored by all.
Serena couldn’t understand. Mirabella wasn’t some local big shot, so why were these servants giving her such attention?
Could it be that the wretch had spent a hefty sum, becoming a VIP customer of this establishment?
“Ms. Bella, I am so sorry you were startled. It’s truly regrettable that your dining experience was marred. I will have her removed at once!” Mr. Morrison hurriedly called for security, not forgetting to add, “And should that lunatic show up again, she’s banned from entering!”
“What lunatic? Let go of me, let go.” Serena was dragged out.
Eunice, after finishing up in the restroom, received a call. It was one of her subordinates reporting on a job, and after listening to his long-winded explanation for about twenty minutes, which also made her darling niece wait, she lost her patience, “Meet me at the Sky Restaurant, 69th floor, and talk there.”
After hanging up, Eunice, a tad irritated, clicked her heels out of the restroom and into the restaurant.
Mr.
Morrison quickly caught up to her, carefully explaining everything that had occurred.
Eunice noticed the restaurant had cleared out, and her table was reset, with a line of waiters standing at attention, seemingly bracing for a scolding.
“The spot where Ms. Bella was seated is a blind spot for the cameras. They only caught the table legs and below her waist. There’s no vital footage, Mr. Morrison said, trembling as he handed Eunice theiPad.
Eunice’s face was a mask of frost, her naturally commanding presence sharpening to a deadly edge with her temper flared.
Indeed, the surveillance only showed below the waist of the perpetrator, just a pink skirt, a pair of snow boots, and the spilled wine on the floor.
“What is this mess!” Eunice lost her patience, tossing the iPad back at Mr. Morrison, “I step away for a moment to the restroom, and my niece suffers such an insult. What if I had gone home for something?
Would I even find her well when I returned?”
Mr. Morrison had never seen Eunice so furious. Her last words, especially, raised in volume, sent a shiver through everyone present, heads bowed in fear.
“Mrs. Griffith, don’t get your feathers ruffled, I’ll just have a word with someone downstairs.” Mr.
Morrison couldn’t handle Eunice’s raging temper and quickly looked for a scapegoat.
He turned fiercely to the waiter in front of him, “Tell me, who let that lunatic in?”
A young waitress stepped forward, visibly shaken, her face contorting as if she were on the verge of tears.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Morrison, she said she knew Ms. Bella, had a few words for her. She was dressed in some fancy limited-edition getup, looked like a million bucks, so I reckoned she was a friend of Ms.
Bella’s. I didn’t dare give her the cold shoulder, so I let her through.”
After all, they should just give Ms. Bella’s friends the third degree, right?
If she’d put up a fuss, she might’ve caught an earful.
“I never dreamed she was off her rocker. I’m so sorry, Mr. Morrison, my bad. It won’t happen again, I swear.”
Sally’s eyes brimmed with tears, her hands fidgeting nervously.
“You think a ‘sorry makes everything peachy? Didn’t you see Ms. Bella get splashed with champagne?
Do you have any idea how much her outfit costs? I’m afraid the price tag might just scare you to death!”
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Morrison, truly sorry. I’ll go apologize to Ms. Bella right away.” Sally approached Mirabella again, bowing incessantly, tears streaming as she said, ‘I’m so sorry, Ms. Bella, so sorry, Mrs.
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