I've been to many fancy restaurants, but this is definitely on another level—crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, marble floor, tables decorated with incomparable elegance. I feel the people's gaze on the two of us as the waiter leads us to our table. I can hear how some whisper, and I understand them in parts.

"Why is everyone looking at us that way?" I ask my unbearable husband.

A half-smile reflects on his face expressing pride. "Because the owner of the restaurant has come to dinner with his wife," he explains, and this was not what I expected.

I can only look at him and try to hide my astonishment. I can't let him know how impressed I am.

"How many businesses are you in?" I dare to ask, and he just shrugged his shoulders as if downplaying the matter.

"In many" is the only answer he gives me.

Our conversation is interrupted when two waiters come to our table with one of the most expensive bottles of champagne and some appe