Chapter 12 - The Secret Service Secures The Private Dining Room
Back at the restaurant, the two junior lieutenants quickly stood up from the table, gathering their caps and dress coats.
“Captain Carter, with your permission, we need to head back to base immediately,” one of them said, keeping his voice strictly formal.
“We can't be late for curfew, especially given... the situation.”
Melissa didn't even look up at them; she just waved her hand dismissively in the air.
The lieutenants practically sprinted out of the private dining room, eager to put as much distance between themselves and the Carter family as humanly possible.
They knew that standing near Melissa right now was toxic to their own military careers.
Dad looked at Mom, then stood up slowly, reaching for his coat hanging on the back of his chair.
“Come on, Diane,” Dad said to Mom, his voice raspy and exhausted.
“Let’s go home.”
“What about the leftover food?” Mom asked quietly, staring at the expensive untouched steaks.
“Leave it,” Dad snapped, a sudden wave of anger washing over his face.
“I wouldn't be able to swallow a single bite of it without choking on my own shame.”
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Melissa stood up slowly, her polished boots crunching against the broken glass still scattered across the floor.
Her dress uniform, which had made her feel like a king an hour ago, now felt like a heavy, suffocating straitjacket.
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