Eugene said, âWe can start a restaurant if youâd like.â âForget it. Do we look like we have time to run a restaurant?â asked Olivia.
âWe donât, but my mom does.â
Olivia nodded at that. âTrue. We shouldnât let her stay on Promise Island any longer. After all, we canât take care of her well if sheâs too far from us.â
Eugene responded, âYeah. Iâm wondering if I should let her run a restaurant or help Brian with his.â âYou can ask her when she comes back.â âYeah.â Olivia then asked, âDo you really wanna settle this out of court with Nicoleâs parents?â
âIf theyâd like me to.â âYou donât have to give in just because of me. Iâm only trying to help because I pity Mrs. West, but I have told her that youâve been merciful enough to even give Nicole a chance to go through the judicial process. And I have explained to her the severity of this matter. I think she will understand even if you refuse to settle this out of court.â
Eugene responded, âI know. I just want them to know settling this out of court isnât as good an idea as they think. Some people need to be knocked hard on the head to see the truth.â
Olivia then said, âYouâre friends with Nicole, so your family must be good friends with Chester and Emerald as well. Donât make this hard for any of you.â
âAlright. Stop worrying about it.â The food was served fast. Ten minutes later, the things they ordered were already on the table.
In truth, they were just regular food given at special name and beautiful decoration. And just like that, the food magically looked prettier.
They were having their lunch when a host announced, âHello, everyone. Thanks for coming to Mi Amor. Now itâs time for our lucky draw. Our winner can ask for a song they want to be played. And also, they can get a bottle of Roseâs Kiss, courtesy of the house.â A round of applause soon filled the dining area. The patrons at the restaurant wouldnât want to embarrass the host, after all.
It was only then Olivia turned her attention to the stage and she was surprised to see the pianist, who was but a mere boy. âOh my gosh. Was he the one who played the piano just now?â
Eugene shifted his gaze toward the stage as well. The boy was in a black tailcoat, and a red bowtie hung from his neck. He wasnât fond of children, but since he had a son, he took a liking to the boy. âHe must be a prodigy. Not many children can play piano that well at his age.â
Right then, the host announced, âNow, letâs see who our lucky winner will be today.â He pulled a slip of paper out of the box and laid it out. And then, he announced, âTable twenty-eight. Congratulations to table twenty-eight!â
Olivia froze for a moment and looked at their own table number. Oh, itâs twenty-eight! With excitement in her voice, she said, âOh, thatâs us!â Eugene was pleased to see her happy, and at smile tugged on his lips. âWeâre lucky.â
A waiter approached them. âCongratulations. Youâre our six hundredth lucky couple. What would you like your song to be?â Olivia chuckled. âSix hundredth, huh? Sounds lucky.â
The waiter smiled. âIndeed.â
âWe can request any song we like, right?â âYes, any song. The pianist has been working with us for about two weeks. Hasnât run into anything he canât play yet.â
That surprised Olivia, after which looked at the boy again. The boy looked relaxed as confidence twinkled in his eyes.