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"What is the year of wine?" Damon questioned, noticing and ignoring the attention the waiter was paying to Arabella.

"Ah… 1940, sir"

"Good. This is the order then"

And after a subtle wave, the waiter walked away from the table. He was accustomed to all types of beauty, as he welcomed the most beautiful women to the restaurant. However, a woman like Arabella was new anywhere in the world.

"He wasn't looking at your face," Banks muttered, still looking at the departing waiter.

"It's just the pretty dress"

Damon smiled at Arabella's response. It wasn't a smile she knew, as it contained more malice than any other. He leaned back and waited until the waiter returned with his order, which took no more than three minutes.

The waiter returned with an incredibly balanced tray in the palm of his hand, with port wine and four glasses; two with water and two empty. He placed the bucket of ice on the couple's table, not noticing Damon's gaze on him. The waiter positioned the glasses and, as he pla