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Chapter 51: Soft Music
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... licker—the waiter gliding soundless as a shadow, balancing domed silver salvers that he unveiled with theatrical flourish, steam curling aromatic into the booth’s velvet hush.
Emily’s lobster thermidor gleamed first—plump claws nestled in creamy cognac sauce, bubbling beneath a golden gratin crust flecked parmesan, accompanied by her heirloom tomato gazpacho—ruby-chilled orbs in frosted bowls, basil oil pearling iridescent atop microgreen wisps.
"Wow, it looks really good!" Emily ...
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