Porten.
A French restaurant near Crimson Harbor.
Ms. Anya, the star of tonight's show, had arrived early. But even more punctual were the various media outlets that had been lying in wait since getting the call this afternoon.
Some were perched in trees across from the restaurant, some were disguised as diners, and others had infiltrated the staff ahead of time, posing as waiters.
Their level of professionalism was on par with undercover cops.
At eight o'clock sharp, Nathan Bennett's car appeared at the restaurant entrance.
Before the familiar, flashy Rolls-Royce had even come to a complete stop, all the cameras hidden in the shadows converged on it in unison.
The reporter in the tree was so excited his hands were shaking, almost unable to hold his camera steady.
They wouldn't even have to wait until tomorrow; news of the Bennett Group's heir having a tryst with a starlet would be the top trending topic tonight.
