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Ch 18. Voyeuristic Tendencies
Author: Helen B.
last update2023-08-21 00:35:43

The upscale ambiance of Le Grand Éclat restaurant enveloped the evening in an air of sophistication. Soft golden lights danced off opulent chandeliers, and the low hum of conversations created an atmosphere of exclusivity.

Emma, her dark hair elegantly coiled, moved with grace in her fitted black dress that accentuated her alluring figure. The soft sparkles of her light makeup highlighted her features, and a hint of nervous excitement glinted in her eyes.

As she crossed the threshold, the maître d' approached her with a welcoming smile.

"Good evening, miss. Do you have reservations?"

Emma nodded. “Yes. I’m expected by Simon Turner.”

Her heart drumming in her chest, she followed the maître d' to a table that offered a perfect view of the restaurant's opulent decor. She stole glances at the luxurious surroundings, her thoughts divided between the exquisite setting and the enigma of why Simon had chosen this place and how he could afford it.

And then, in the midst of the sophisticated
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