It was Daniela's first time in Montrose. It was grand and Daniela would have been lying if she said she wasn't suitably impressed and intimidated at the same time. Montrose wasn't the fanciest restaurant Daniela had visited but it was within the top ten. Her outfit of the day -- or evening as it was -- was much more glamorous than her usual style, but it fit right in with the rest of the clientele.
The younger girl was reading the menu with a furrowed brow. Her English was good but the menu used fancy elusive descriptions that made little sense to her. Despite their upbringing in a well provided family, Daniela had never been as interested in fine wine and dining. She glanced up briefly at her sister's question, pouted and shrugged in reply.
"What is good here?" she asked, adjusting the necklace she wore. The weight of it felt unusual as Daniela rarely wore jewelry of any kind.