Chapitre 37: Chapter Thirty Seven.

"Mr Baxter?"

Brody nods once. The man shoots us both a gleaming smile, his teeth perfectly straight to match his perfect outfit. He's dressed in a jet black suit, tailored to fit his body exactly.

"Right this way."

I gaze in awe as we enter the building, soft piano music drifting through the air. Small conversation is buzzing from table to table, the diners dressed beautifully to match the entire building. The tables are grand, covered in a gleaming white tablecloth. Floral centrepieces sit on every table, blue, green and yellow flowers. The walls are painted a deep plum shade, beautiful paintings in gold frames hung up. Fairy lights are scattered all over the place, creating a soft magical glow.

Brody squeezes my hand as we continue to head for our seats. He leans down, his mouth level with my ear — "Are you nervous?"

His eyes are unsure, features slightly twisted in fear incase he's got it wrong. I shake my head, my smile never faltering.