Lillianna’s Point of View
Mr. Fiore's frown deepened as he approached the host and me.
"That's not the Woods' table," he said firmly. "Nonso, please take your break now."
The host, Nonso, quickly nodded and hurried away, surprising me with his agility for someone his size. Mr. Fiore then turned to me with a kind smile on his face.
“Lillianna, you look stunning this evening. Please forgive any mistakes made by my employee; I hope it didn't ruin your experience. It's always a pleasure to have you here," Mr. Fiore said with a smile.
I couldn't help but return the smile. Xavier and I had been regulars at this restaurant for years, especially on special occasions. Our friends Matt and Tom usually joined us as well. We always requested to sit at one of the larger tables in the back because
