VACATION GONE WRONG III

"Good evening, Sir and Madam." Her eyes fell on me before going back to Daniel. "Do you have a reservation with us?"

"Yes," Daniel replied. "Under the name, Mrs. Anderson."

Her eyes fell on me briefly, but I couldn't miss the surprise that glittered in it.

She checked her reservation list and nodded. "Ahh, yes, Mrs. Anderson. Right this way, please."

Daniel stepped back and let me take the lead before following me from behind.

She led us through the dimly lit room, passing elegantly dressed couples deeply active in their conversations until we reached two secluded tables by the large, arched windows overlooking the city's twinkling lights.

"I was instructed this one is specifically for Miss Abigail," she gestured to the one directly close to the window, and I sat on it, knowing who the instruction came from.

Daniel took the other table, not so far from me, but enough to do his job of "protecting me." Somehow, this whole protecting stuff still seemed like a joke to me.