Within a few steps, waiter opened the door for them.
Larissa felt a sudden chill down her spine.
The waiter bowed and invited her in. And she was as arrogant as a peacock spreading the feather.
"We'll sit at the table by the window." Larissa walked across the hall, so arrogant as if she were the core here, and even being impolite to the waiter.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but the cost of that table doesn't quite match your advance deposit, so that's the only area you can choose from." The waiter curtsied politely, wearing a white shirt and a small black tie, and reaching out to point in a direction that made Larissa immediately feel embarrassed.
Christine was silent, looking at her. Her eyes lingered between Larissa and the waiter. She looked at a few tables not far away, only two next to the bathroom in total to choose from, and neither of which were the best options.
No doubt the waiter was saying that Larissa was a pauper!
Out of vanity, Larissa opened her mouth to curse, "What do you mean! I've been out in line for over an hour and I'm still just reserving a table next to a toilet?"