It's beautiful, beyond expectations. I wow at the exquisite restaurant glitters like gold. People gasp when they see their king and stop what they are doing, they bow in respect as they should then continue with that they were doing. A host leads us out of main room and into a private room.
Elijah pulls out a chair for me to seat and I do so, thanking him while he also sits opposite me.
"It's beautiful," I told the king looking around then turn to look at him only to see his eyes on me.
"It is" He muttered not breaking eye contact with me.
I understood What he was saying. Elijah wasn't talking about the room, no, he was talking about me that I am beautiful. I pull my hair behind my ear and pick up the menu, hiding my big fat smile from the king as a waiter comes in with a win
