Chapter 344

Seafé Dining Room, the most upscale spot in all of Sunmere—known for its insanely tender steaks and foie gras that almost melt in your mouth. Prescott Ellington was just about to head inside with Lottie in his arms under the waiter’s guidance, when a tiny hand tugged on his sleeve. He looked down. “What’s wrong, Lottie?” “Daddy, can we not go in?” she blinked up at him, lips pouting. Prescott thought she might be nervous and gently tried to reassure her. “Don’t be scared, baby. It’s just a restaurant—you literally said in the car you wanted some meat, right? Let’s go in. The steak here’s crazy good—super soft, perfect for you.” Lottie started drooling just imagining it, but no matter how good that steak sounded, it couldn't match her long-standing craving—grilled skewers. She’d been dreaming about skewers for months now. Literally. Dreaming. And all thanks to Emma Fletcher. One time, Emma had thrown this backyard barbecue at home and of course, it was the real deal—meat on sticks, gril