“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” the chef began, his voice carrying the authority of someone who had crafted countless culinary masterpieces. His eyes scanned the table, lingering on each face as if assessing the worth of an audience before a grand performance. Then, he settled his gaze on me, his expression respectful, almost reverent.
“Madam,” he said, inclining his head slightly, “it is an honor to have you dine with us tonight.”
There was a stillness, a palpable shift in the air, as if every molecule had paused to witness the unraveling drama. My son and his wife exchanged bewildered glances, while Marlene’s parents froze, disbelief etched into their features. The chef turned to the waiter standing discreetly by the side, nodding once.
