Maybe she got lucky or, more likely, it was Sofia’s powers of persuasiveness, but a table for two was available that night, upstairs... not ideal, but at that stage beggars could not be choosers.
Sofia cancelled whatever else she was doing that evening to meet Paolo at 8pm, after she’d had a chance to go home and get changed into something dressy, befitting the restaurant or more particularly the other diners.
Sofia looked fabulous. She’d made the very best of herself, with tight-fitting dress that presented her figure superbly. It wouldn’t be just Paolo who appreciated her that night.