Chapter 89
Chapter 89:
Before Yelena could answer, Bella quickly interjected with a sugary sweetness. “Mom, I doubt Yelena’s had much experience with places like this. It’ll be a great chance for her to learn something new today p>
Bella’s words were laced with subtle pressure, making sure Yelena couldn’t refuse without appearing out of place. It was a rare opportunity, and Bella wasn’t about to let it pass without exploiting it.
Yelena met their challenge with quiet composure, offering a calm smile as she nodded. “Sure, let’s eat here p>
The group made their way into the upscale restaurant. Bella and Bernice reveled in the refined ambiance—elegant, serene, and perfectly suited to their socialite lifestyle. The restaurant they’d chosen was the most exclusive in Eighfast, known not only for its impeccable cuisine but also for its exquisite decor. A grand piano sat proudly at the center, casting a sophisticated aura over the room.
The ingredients were fresh, flown in that very morning, promising a wonderful dining experience.
Once they were seated, a waiter approached with practiced grace.
“Good afternoon, ladies. May I take your order?” he asked, presenting the menu with a polished air.
Bella and Bernice quickly placed their orders, savoring every moment of their indulgence.
“Five steaks, three medium-rare, two well-done. We’ll also have French onion soup, roasted duck breast, escargot, creme brulee, and a salad p>
“Sure. And to drink?” the waiter inquired, his tone both respectful and attentive.
“Just honey lemon water,” Bella responded, her gaze flickering toward Yelena, eager for a hint of awkwardness.
“Very well, please allow me a moment,” the waiter said, before gracefully retreating.
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Bella turned to Yelena, her voice carrying a sweet challenge. “You’ll love the food they have here, Yelena. They’re all so good p>
As the dishes began to arrive, Bella and Bernice sat back, their eyes locked on Yelena, waiting for a slip, for a mistake that never came.
The scene that unfolded had actually left them speechless.
Yelena sat at the dining table with poise, knife in her right hand, fork in her left, gracefully cutting into the steak on her plate. Each movement was deliberate yet effortless, as she savored every bite with quiet appreciation.
Her elegance seemed second nature, as though she had spent a lifetime in places like this. But it raised a few eyebrows.
Wasn’t Yelena from a family that had only recently come into wealth?
And hadn’t the rumors whispered about how her adoptive parents treated her poorly?
So how had she come to master such fine dining etiquette?
Bella and Bernice exchanged disappointed glances. This was supposed to be a spectacle, but instead, it was turning out to be a masterclass in grace.
As for Yelena, she was blissfully unaware of their disappointment. She was lost in the moment, fully immersed in the meal, savoring each bite without a care in the world. The others quickly dug into their meals, eager to enjoy their food while it was still warm.
Suddenly, a man clad in a pristine white chef’s uniform hurriedly approached their table, his demeanor exuding urgency and delight.
It was none other than Monroe Garnier, the Michelin-starred chef from France. With a string of prestigious culinary awards to his name, he was a towering figure in the world of fine dining.