The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 11

**At The Sterling Room.**

"Mr. Carmichael, welcome!"

Manager Larkin hurried over at a brisk trot, his attitude nothing short of reverent.

His eyes immediately landed on the person standing behind Raymond. The girl was strikingly beautiful-so much so that Larkin couldn't help but steal a few extra glances before catching himself. Realizing his lapse in professionalism, he quickly lowered his gaze and pretended not to have noticed.

President Carmichael had never brought a woman here before, and with how at ease the girl seemed, Larkin couldn't help but speculate about their relationship.

Raymond, catching the direction of his thoughts, shot him a cold glance and offered a rare explanation. "She's my daughter."

Larkin nearly broke into a cold sweat as he realized his mistake. Desperate to recover, he blurted out, "Of course, I should have known. She takes after you so much, Mr. Carmichael."

Mortified by his earlier assumptions, he felt his nerves fray, completely unaware that a sheen of sweat had appeared on his brow.

Luckily, Raymond seemed disinterested in making a scene.

Citrine shot Raymond a surprised look. She hadn't expected him to acknowledge her as his daughter in front of others.

Larkin quickly turned to her and apologized, "Ms. Carmichael, I'm terribly sorry for my rudeness just now."

alright," Citrine replied

understood Larkin hadn't meant any

best view in the house, Larkin quietly excused

here, one only had to look up to see a blanket of stars-no wonder The Sterling Room was the most sought-after restaurant in Havencrest.

daughter sat across from each other, both a little awkward, as if neither could quite believe they were here together. No one would have guessed that the same two who had exchanged such sharp words at their first meeting were

you'd like," Raymond said naturally, sliding

made a few selections

passing the menu back across the

then looked up at her. "That's all

a

No wonder she's

added a few meat dishes to the order himself before handing the menu to

to the vegetables, never touching the meat.

pork," he said, and before she could protest, he placed

stomach churning. She hesitated but steeled herself to take small, polite bites, forcing it

strict table manners, and Raymond never spoke while eating. Citrine, for her part, was used

gesture between them seemed to carry the grace and restraint of old aristocracy-elegant, dignified, almost mesmerizing to watch. With both of them being exceptionally good-looking, it

tranquility didn't

by Norton, strode in, immediately spotting a familiar face. Sure enough, it

two, she suddenly felt