Chapter 92 Dinner with the Robertson

As Claire entered the lavish restaurant, the night had descended into a serene atmosphere with a sense of luxury enveloping her. The soft glow of the chandeliers cast a warm hue over the diners, and the air was filled with the clinking of glasses and murmurs of conversation. Claire was not one to indulge in often, but tonight she had decided to treat herself to something special, a bottle of the finest wine the establishment had to offer. The waitress, clad in a crisp uniform, greeted Claire with a smile as she approached. “Good evening, madam. Do you have a reservation?” she inquired politely. Claire nodded. “Yes, under the name Claire Peterson,” she replied, returning the smile. “Right this way, Ms. Peterson,” the waitress said, leading her to a table set with plush chairs and fine linen. Claire settled into her seat, taking in the ambiance of the upscale restaurant. As the waitress returned with the menu, Claire perused the selection before confidently ordering the most expen