Chapter 18: Dinner Club

The resort’s open-air restaurant was alive with the golden hues of sunset, casting a warm glow over the elegantly set tables. Palm fronds swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the soft murmur of waves provided a soothing backdrop. Faith, Kacie, and Paul were ushered to a table with a panoramic view of the ocean, the ambiance both romantic and invigorating.

As they settled in, menus were presented, showcasing a fusion of local and international cuisines. Faith selected the grilled mahi-mahi, accompanied by a mango salsa and coconut-infused rice. Kacie opted for the jerk-spiced chicken, its fiery aroma tempered by a side of sweet plantains. Paul chose the seared scallops, delicately placed atop a bed of creamy risotto. A bottle of crisp Sauvignon Blanc was chosen to complement their meals, its citrus notes enhancing the flavors of the dishes.

Throughout the meal, they shared bites, their forks playfully crossing plates, laughter punctuating their conversations. The restaurant’s atmosphere was a tapestry of reactions: some guests stole glances, intrigued by the trio’s evident chemistry; others whispered behind menus, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disapproval.

Midway through their meal, a couple approached their table. Introductions were made—Mark and Elena, vacationing with another couple, Tom and Lisa. With a conspiratorial smile, Mark extended an invitation to join them later for drinks in their cabana.

Paul, ever the diplomat, responded with a chuckle, “We appreciate the offer, but someone here has been a bit naughty today and has a pending ... engagement.” His gaze shifted to Kacie, whose flushed cheeks and playful smirk betrayed her anticipation.

As the evening progressed, Faith spotted the two women from earlier—Faith and Joanne—seated nearby. She waved, eliciting surprised smiles and a wave in return. Excusing herself, Faith approached their table, engaging in a brief, animated conversation. Upon her return, she relayed that Faith and Joanne also planned to visit the club later.

With dinner concluded and the wine glasses emptied, the trio made their way to the club just beyond the resort’s gates. The venue pulsed with energy, its vibrant lights and rhythmic beats inviting guests to let loose. Paul, with a discreet tip to the hostess, secured a semi-private table, offering a vantage point of the dance floor.

Drinks were ordered—a round of tropical cocktails garnished with fresh fruit. The club’s patrons were a mosaic of cultures and styles: locals with effortless flair, tourists embracing the island’s rhythm, and groups of friends celebrating life. Notably, women outnumbered men, their diverse beauty adding to the club’s allure.