Arriving at the restaurant

The drive to the restaurant was fairly quick and uneventful, with Uncle Mark mainly just gushing about how happy he was about the business deal and how great the restaurant is. Kyle was hoping to talk with Sam a bit about attempting to circumvent MARCI again, but he seemed preoccupied with his phone, likely texting Chrissie.

“Sam… Sam!” Kyle waved his manicured hand in Sam’s face, trying to obscure his phone.

“What?!” Sam asked, annoyed.

“You can text your booty calls later, I need your help!” Kyle demanded.

“Fine, what do you want?” Sam asked, making a big show of putting his phone down.

“MARCI is out of control! She’s inside my jewelry and she’s using it to control me!”

“Did you call, Mistress?” MARCI asked, from within the earrings, so Sam didn’t hear it.

“Shut up!” Kyle hissed.

“Hey, what did I do?” Sam snapped, rolled his eyes and immediately picked his phone back up.

“Not you, it’s MARCI, ugh!” Kyle slumped down into the seat and crossed his arms.

Whatever he had hoped to accomplish clearly wasn’t going to happen.

“Hey, I hope that isn’t fighting that I hear back there, I’d say that I’d turn this car around, but we’re already at the restaurant and that would be a waste.” Uncle Mark said.

The car doors were opened for them, and one of the valets held out his hand so that Kyle could easily step out of the car.

“Allow me, miss.” the valet said, as he pulled Kyle to a standing position.

Feeling all the more feminine, Kyle blushed as he stepped onto the concrete.

“T-thanks.” Kyle muttered as he headed for the door of the restaurant.

Uncle Mark tossed his keys to the valet as they headed inside, Sam trailing behind and Kyle trailing behind even further. Walking up to the maitre’d, Mark grinned and held out his hand to the maitre’d.

“Pierre, nice to see you again!” Mark exclaimed.

“Monsieur Gladstone, wonderful to see you again. I take it business is good?” Pierre asked.

“Business is very good!” Mark said. “These are my nephew and niece, Sam and Kylie, Sam and Kylie, this is Pierre, my favorite maitre’d.”

“Hi,” Sam waved.

“Hello,” Kyle blushed again.

“She’s shy. My usual table?” Mark said.

“Of course, follow me.” Pierre motioned towards the restaurant’s interior.

Walking through the restaurant, it was clear that this was an upscale place, with the exception of Uncle Mark, everyone was wearing very formal outfits and the atmosphere just seemed fancy. Getting to their table, Kyle noticed that it was in a very good spot to get a view of the entire restaurant off a balcony. Kyle’s heels clicked with every step they took, but at least MARCI had quieted down.

Uncle Mark and Sam pulled out their own chairs, but when Kyle approached, Pierre pulled the chair out for him and motioned for him to sit.

“Mademoiselle,” Pierre smiled.

“Uh, thank you.” Kyle said.

“Remember to sit with your legs crossed and smooth out your skirt when sitting.” MARCI chimed in.

“I know…” Kyle muttered.

Pierre handed them over to a waiter, a rotund man named Remy, who began to drone off the specials with a thick accent, but Kyle wasn’t paying attention, he was currently trying, and failing, to remove either his earrings or necklace in order to keep MARCI from “helping” any more than she already had been.