A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

The restaurant’s doors stood wide open, with two servers in crisp waistcoats

greeting guests at the entrance.

Alessia strode ahead, the three girls trailing behind her, their eyes fixed on her back. One of the waiters stepped forward and said something to Alessia.

“Oh no, are we about to get kicked out?” Esme whispered nervously.

“I don’t think so. Look at how respectful the waiter is–he clearly knows Alessia,” Mia replied, watching closely.

Sure enough, just as Mia finished speaking, the waiter nodded politely to Alessia and stepped aside to let them in. He spoke quietly into his earpiece, and moments later, a man in a sharp suit hurried out from the dining room.

“The manager,” someone murmured.

“The manager? Who is Alessia, really?” The surprise in the waiter’s voice only made the girls more curious.

“Miss Morton! If you’d let us know you were coming, we would have prepared everything in advance, the manager said, almost breathless..

“It was a last–minute dinner with my housemates,” Alessia replied simply.

“We’ve kept your usual private room ready. Please, this way.”

Alessia nodded, but glanced back to see the others still huddled together, whispering.

“Aren’t you coming?” she called.

Coming, coming!” Esme snapped out of her daze, grabbing Joyce’s hand and looping her arm through Mia’s, dragging

tranquil English

gorgeous,” Esme breathed,

for them beneath a covered walkway, showing no sign of impatience. She

away.

Esme’s sleeve. “We

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Chapter 289

been anywhere nice before,”

her head

worry about it. Most people come out here

the gardens or sat in the courtyard,

nerves easing and their opinion of

manager

everything ready. Do you want to

we eat?”

three of them answered in

smiled and led the

their monthly allowances combined. Alessia didn’t make a fuss. She simply asked if anyone had any

if it were their own wallets taking