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It was cold by the time Tessa arrived at The Red Coral, at exactly 8:30 PM. The weather looked as though it was going to rain.

The pathway leading to the exclusive restaurant was lit with flickering red lanterns, their warm golden glow dancing across the stone tiles.

A soft breeze carried with it the scent of freshly baked pastries and a very sweet scent, Tessa could not explain , it blended perfectly into the elaborate sound of distant waves and mellow live jazz that drifted from the open-air lounge.

The entrance to The Red Coral stood tall and elegant, with arches carved in driftwood and gentle cascading...