Ornal

"Why didn't you wear something, well... More fancy?" Lucian commented, casting a glance at her attire.

Lucy responded in good humor, giving him a light tap on the shoulder. "Oh, come off it, Mr. Fancy."

He chuckled and continued, "No, really. We might stand out like this. After all, it's a luxury restaurant frequented by nobles."

Lucy's gaze shifted upward in consideration. "You make a valid point. My apologies."

"It's alright. Let's just hope we don't attract too much attention," he replied.

They exited the carriage, greeted by the grandeur of the establishment. The restaurant stood as a singular architectural marvel.

Unlike the modest eateries commonly seen in middle and lower-class districts, this establishment didn't spill its tables onto the pavement. Instead, it embodied a sense of exclusivity, its inner sanctum reserved for those privileged enough to dine within.