Chapter 3 - The Golden Invitation
The following Thursday, the atmosphere at Bellamy’s was thick with nervous tension.
Brett had tried to assign table seven to Carla, desperate to regain control of his perceived kingdom.
But when Salvatore Marquetti walked through the front doors, he bypassed the host stand entirely.
He walked straight up to the manager, pointed a gloved finger at Tessa, and handed him a folded piece of paper.
The manager’s face drained of color as he scrambled to pull Tessa aside.
“You are his personal server from now on,” the manager whispered frantically, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Tessa approached the private room with her head held high, ignoring Brett’s furious glare.
When she entered, Salvatore didn’t wait for her to ask about the menu.
He raised his hands immediately, his intense gaze locking onto hers.
I am hosting a private dinner at my estate this weekend.
I want you to cater it, and I will pay you five thousand dollars for the night.
Tessa’s breath caught in her throat, knowing that money would wipe out Danny’s remaining medical debt instantly.
May you like
She nodded once, signing back with trembling hands.
I accept.
