The private dining suite of L'Étoile was extravagance distilled. Hidden behind soundproofed gold-inlaid doors, the room rose high above the skyline—glass panels on one side offering a panoramic view of the city below, while the rest was swathed in dark merlot walls, brushed gold trims, and hand-painted silk murals imported from Kuwain. A long velvet chaise in midnight blue curved elegantly beneath a custom chandelier that dripped like falling starlight.
Waitstaff moved like whispers, dressed in sharp white gloves and navy uniforms. One poured chilled white orchid tea into porcelain cups rimmed with platinum, while another unveiled plates of caramelized sea bass on citrus foam, truffle-laced risotto, and heirloom tomato consommé served in fluted crystal.
