Aliana’s POV

"I imagined a blend of contemporary and rustic," she remarked. "An item that feels cozy yet sophisticated."

I nodded, browsing through the designs.

Wooden tables featuring black metal legs.

Cozy, plush seats featuring beige and navy cushions.

A lengthy bar counter featuring hanging lights.

It was flawless.

"This one," I remarked, gesturing towards the designs. "I desire the restaurant to exude warmth while maintaining an elegant atmosphere."

Mercy smiled. "I anticipated you'd respond that way." "I have already ordered samples."

I laughed softly. "You move quickly."

She gave a wink. "You'll appreciate this in the future."

Kyle extended his limbs, rotating his shoulders. "Okay, what comes next?"

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