Eugene said, “We can start a restaurant if you’d like.” “Forget it. Do we look like we have time to run a restaurant?” asked Olivia. “We don’t, but my mom does.”
Olivia nodded at that. “True. We shouldn’t let her stay on Promise Island any longer. After all, we can’t take care of her well if she’s too far from us.”
Eugene responded, “Yeah. I’m wondering if I should let her run a restaurant or help Brian with his.” “You can ask her when she comes back.” “Yeah.” Olivia then asked, “Do you really wanna settle this out of court with Nicole’s parents?”
“If they’d like me to.” “You don’t have to give in just because of me. I’m only trying to help because I pity Mrs. West, but I have told her that you’ve been merciful enough to even give Nicole a chance to go through the judicial process. And I have explained to her the severity of this matter. I think she will understand even if you refuse to settle this out of court.”
Eugene responded, ‘I know. I just want them to know settling this out of court isn’t as good an idea as they think. Some people need to be knocked hard on the head to see the truth.”
Olivia then said, “You’re friends with Nicole, so your family must be good friends with Chester and Emerald as well. Don’t make this hard for any of you.”
“Alright. Stop worrying about it.” The food was served fast. Ten minutes later, the things they ordered were already on the table. In truth, they were just regular food given at special name and beautiful decoration. And just like that, the food magically looked prettier.
They were having their lunch when a host announced, “Hello, everyone. Thanks for coming to Mi Amor. Now it’s time for our lucky draw. Our winner can ask for a song they want to be played. And also, they can get a bottle of Rose’s Kiss, courtesy of the house.” A round of applause soon filled the dining area. The patrons at the restaurant wouldn’t want to embarrass the host, after all.
It was only then Olivia turned her attention to the stage and she was surprised to see the pianist, who was but a mere boy. “Oh my gosh. Was he the one who played the piano just now?”
Eugene shifted his gaze toward the stage as well. The boy was in a black tailcoat, and a red bowtie hung from his neck. He wasn’t fond of children, but since he had a son, he took a liking to the boy. “He must be a prodigy. Not many children can play piano that well at his age.”
Right then, the host announced, “Now, let’s see who our lucky winner will be today.” He pulled a slip of paper out of the box and laid it out. And then, he announced, “Table twenty-eight. Congratulations to table twenty-eight!”
Olivia froze for a moment and looked at their own table number. Oh, it’s twenty-eight! With excitement in her voice, she said, “Oh, that’s us!” Eugene was pleased to see her happy, and at smile tugged on his lips. “We’re lucky.”
A waiter approached them. “Congratulations. You’re our six hundredth lucky couple. What would you like your song to be?” Olivia chuckled. “Six hundredth, huh? Sounds lucky.”
The waiter smiled. “Indeed.”
“We can request any song we like, right?” “Yes, any song. The pianist has been working with us for about two weeks. Hasn’t run into anything he can’t play yet.”
That surprised Olivia, after which looked at the boy again. The boy looked relaxed as confidence twinkled in his eyes.
