Chapter 20 The Icy Cold Brother-in Law

• By about five-thirty, Brynlee was ready at her restaurant. She looked stunning in a sleeveless knee-length dress. Her shoulder-length hair was flowing down and decorated with a silver butterfly hair clip. It was a gift from an old friend when she was still studying culinary arts. She wanted to bring all the positive energy she had while still studying culinary arts. Even though the little gauze was still on her forehead—which served as a daily reminder that the accident was real, she tried to look as cheerful as possible on this day. She couldn’t mess things up and had to appear perfect.
• “Are all the dinner tables covered with tablecloths, Tyson?”
• "Don't worry, Ms. Brynlee. Ambre and I didn't miss a single table. We have put all the tablecloths on all the tables in the dining room on the first and second floors.”