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me.”

“Robert is going to love this. He hates pretension. Always has.”

The drive to Rosewood Manor took 20 minutes. The restaurant was exactly as pretentious as I’d imagined. Stone facade, valet parking, a doorman in a literal top hat.

“Here we go,” Patricia said as we stepped out.

Rosewood Manor’s private dining room was stunning. Crystal chandeliers, continue reading …