A Table She Never Planned to Share

her shoulders.

“My son decides,” she said.

The manager blinked but nodded.

Alara walked across the room, heels clicking softly against the marble. Conversations paused. Eyes followed.

Daniel looked up and froze.

He recognized her instantly. Everyone did.

Alara Voss stood at his table, composed and unreadable.

“My son would like to sit with you,” she said continue reading …