The man didn't glance at Penelope. Didn't even register Jayden.
"Pick somewhere near the edge. I like to look down on the city while I eat." he said to one of his men.
The waiter ran up behind him, clearly sweating bullets. "S-Sir, please! This floor has been completely reserved. These guests requested full privacy—"
"Privacy my ass," the man scoffed, finally taking a single glance at Jayden and Penolope.
He frowned in disdain. "There's two of them. Two. I thought it was someone important.. like, the Grand Senator or the City's Leader. Not some nobodies on a honeymoon."
His voice rang out like an insult wrapped in glitter. Jayden's hand tightened around his fork, metal groaning under his grip. His jaw clenched.
Penelope, however, didn't flinch.
She simply stood up, elegant as moonlight over marble, and walked forward. Her heels echoed softly across the floor, her aura shifting the air like a change in weather.
All eyes turned.
Even the bodyguards looked uneasy.
