บท 402: Hatred

"For an aperitif, I think French 75 will be good. For the entree, French onion soup."

"Madame, tonight's plat du jour - chicken paillard and Blanquette de Veau (Veal in Cream Sauce). Would you like to try?"

"Okay. And for dessert, Chestnut Pear Tatin. Hmm..." Francesca's eyes skimmed over the menu once again before she closed it and said, "I think I'm done. Xiu, do you want anything else?"

"I'll take winter salad with buttermilk cream. Thank you!" Saying that Xiu passed the menu back and smiled politely. 

The server took the order and walked away leaving Xiu to admire the soft but soulful French music playing in the background. Xiu had never been to this restaurant but the classic and simple style reminded her of a beautiful French dinner party. The light grey linen tablecloths adorned with glowing candles along with white plates and mismatched silver flatware. It was indeed a very comfortable place for dining.