"What else could be done? My dad always believed that education shouldn't be just about burying oneself in books. He was always afraid I'd be too narrow-minded, so from a young age, every vacation, he would find ways to take me out to see the world."
Sophia Fraser closed the menu and handed it to the waiter.
There was an inherent pride in her words.
Having grown up in a privileged environment and with broad horizons, she indeed had a certain sense of superiority.
The waiter took the menu and left.
In the private room, the atmosphere became subtly complex.
After a while, the waiter entered again, this time with wine.
The bottle was already opened, clearly decanted, and he poured it into each person's glass one by one, then stuffed the cap back on and placed it aside before leaving the room.
