Apology

Amaia walked into the lavishly decorated French restaurant filled with fancy-clothed tables and chairs. When they made their way through the entrance, a middle-aged man came forward with a smile. 

"Good evening, Mr. Levinson; good evening, madam!" The man greeted with a kind smile. 

"Good evening!" Amaia greeted her back politely. Adriann, on the other hand, nodded at him indifferently.

"I'm Michael Sanders, the manager of this restaurant. I have been informed about your booking. This way, please." The manager introduced himself before showing them a way, which seemed to be the private area. 

As Amaia stepped into the restaurant, she noticed a handful of paparazzi standing outside, eagerly awaiting juicy gossip about one of the country's most eligible bachelors. She wondered what would happen if, one day, they discovered that their country's most eligible bachelor was already married to her.