Sarauniya was an orphan since she can remember. Life was never easy in the system and only got harder out of it. Problems seems to follow her everywhere but things turn around for her on her 25th birthday. While literally running from her newest lif...
Twenty minutes later she came back out to meet the guys and they all stared at her again like it was the first time they saw her. Mahō had gave her a pair of well fitting high waisted bell bottom jeans and a blue sweater crop top that seemed to match the blue ends of his hair. "Your beauty never ceases to amaze us Fy nghalon" Cythrual said and the others nodded in agreement. She smiled and walked over to the guys "lets go I'm staaarrrvviinnnggg" she cried out and they all laughed heading down to the main floor.
On the way down they gave her a brief run down of how the building security worked and made sure she knew all the codes to get in the building, elevators and garage. When they finally made it outside there was a small convoy of three SUVs, she felt like a super star without the annoying paparazzi. They all fit into the middle one with Hele driving and the convoy took off. "When we get back we'll have your security badge and codes all set" Cythraul said. "Wait for what?!" Sara asked, confused. "We'll explain at dinner," he replied.
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It only took about 20 minutes and they arrived at a very upscale looking restaurant and walked in as a group with her in the center. There was a large chandelier hanging from the main area's cathedral ceilings. The warm off white light reflected off of the crystals of the fixture creating a kaleidoscopic rainbow effect on the area. The walls were a warm beige and the floors a black marble and there were wooden tables that matched the floors.
Though the restaurant's multiple floors seemed packed, the chatter volume was low, overpowered by soft piano music. She felt way underdressed but the guys didn't seem to care since they took her here. "Welcome Mr. Fernandez, your reservation is set. Where would you like to sit?" the hostess asked Murciél. "Your pick mi vida where would you like to sit?" He asked. Sara did not appreciate being out on the spot and blurted out "down!"
"Of course, right this way" the hostess replied and motioned them to follow and lead them to a back private area. The downstairs had various seating styles, small settings for four, long benches and chairs and booths all strategically placed. To the right of the main entryway was the stairs to the second floor and straight back led to the bar seating. To the left was the first of the bench seats which started the main dining area.
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