“Hello?”
“Marsh sweetie, I set a table up for us at that wonderful French restaurant just off of Santa Monica, I forget the name…” Stephanie said, puzzled for an answer.
“Do you mean Le Venne?” I corrected her.
“Yeah, that’s it! Oh my god, I can’t wait! See you in a bit Marshall.” She squealed, and hung up.
I made my way back to my car and drove the short distance to Le Venne. Stephanie greeted me just as I began to walk up to the restaurant. I noticed a number of paparazzi pacing around, others already taking many bright pictures of people coming in and out of the restaurant, myself included. With my arm entangled in Stephanie’s, we made our way inside.