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    So, she had specifically chosen this ce for Rachel’s birthday, hoping to surprise her.


    However, when they arrived, a small problem popped up.


    Lizzie had reserved a table near the window and even ordered flowers, but because of traffic, they arrived just two minuteste, and the table was given to someone else. Lizzie was frustrated.


    The restaurant manager, a polished woman with long hair, tried to exin, “I’m sorry, Ms. Vance. When you made the reservation, we clearly stated that you needed to arrive on time. If you werete, the table would go to someone else. You were aware of this and agreed.”


    “Yes, I knew and agreed. But I wasn’tte by much, just two minutes, and it was due to something unexpected. I understand that you gave the table away as agreed, but you should have called to confirm with me before doing so.”


    The manager, speaking with a polite and genuinely apologetic tone, responded, “Ms. Vance, we tried calling you three times, but there was no answer.”


    Lizzie checked her phone and realized she must have missed the calls while she was in the elevator.


    Realizing it was her mistake, she didn’t press the matter.


    What was meant to be a special celebration for Rachel’s birthday had been ruined by her.


    Over the years, she had be assertive at work, but around Rachel, she still felt like the gentle, lovable, and sometimes scatterbrained girl.


    Feeling incredibly guilty, she wrapped her arm around Rachel’s and apologized in the most endearing way. “I’m so sorry, Rachel. I wanted to surprise you, but I messed it all up. Please forgive me!”


    She was so anxious that tears almost welled up in her eyes.


    Just as Rachel was about to reassure her, the manager interrupted. “Excuse me, did you say Rachel? Is that Rachel Marsh?”


    Rachel nodded. “Yep. That’s me.”


    The manager immediately smiled warmly and gestured kindly. “Ms. Marsh, my apologies. Please follow me, we’ve prepared the best private room for you.”


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    Rachel and Lizzie exchanged surprised looks.


    The manager smiled and exined, “Ms. Marsh, our boss has instructed that whenever you visit, we reserve the best spot for you.”


    “Could you tell me who your boss is?”


    “He said that you once helped her, and she wanted to reserve this spot for you as a thank-you. She mentioned that, while it might have seemed like a small favor to you, she would remember it forever.”


    Rachel nodded in understanding. “I see. Since your boss prefers to remain anonymous, I’ll respect that. But please do pass on my heartfelt thanks to him.”


    “Of course. We’ll be sure to pass along your gratitude.”


    Rachel and Lizzie were then escorted to the finest private room in the restaurant.


    As Rachel skimmed the menu, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it was filled with dishes that perfectly matched her tastes.


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