"Tiffany, you—"
Antonio was about to ask something when a waiter approached, carrying a decanted bottle of red wine with a warm yet professional smile.
"Your wine, sir and madam."
Antonio glanced at the bottle, his brow furrowing slightly as he replied gently,
"We didn't order this.
Could there be a mistake?"
"No mistake at all," the waiter said with a slight bow, his smile unwavering.
"This is a complimentary gift from our restaurant.
We hope you'll enjoy it."
After setting down the wine and the accompanying glasses, the waiter retreated discreetly.
Antonio's gaze shifted from the wine to Tiffany.
"Is this restaurant owned by someone you know?"
"Probably not,"
Tiffany shook her head.
"I've never heard of it."
If it were from Camilla's company, she would definitely know.
As for Calvin, he hadn't mentioned anything when he dropped her off, so it likely wasn't his doing either.
Beyond that, she didn't have many close friends.
