Strike One For Her.

Celestine had been in a bad mode, so the first chance she got to spend time with Tobias during their remaining days in Milan, she jumped at it like a hungry dog. “L’incanto sounds like a wonderful place.” She suggested when they were looking for a place to go. Tobias didn’t think too much. He had read a few reviews of the place online. So, he agreed. When they arrived at the restaurant, Celestine was surprised by how lavish, luxurious and well designed it looked. “It’s really beautiful.” She gasped, glancing around the room, taking in the interior decorations. Tobias, though he wanted to disagree, nodded his head. “It really is.” “Hello Sir,” A waiter approached the them, interrupting their conversation. “Do you have a reservation? Shall I make one for you?” “No, we do.” Pulling out this phone, he flashed the waiter with the ticket of their reservation. “Ah, room 104, it’s right this way. Please follow me.” The waiter said and turned around. Tobias and Celestine were about following hi