After it was claimed that former American tennis player Serena Williams was refused access to the hotel’s rooftop restaurant, a posh Parisian hotel was compelled to issue an apology to Williams and her family.
“Hell no, @peninsulaparis I’ve been turned away from better establishments’ rooftops where I would have liked to eat, but never with my children. X Monday, Williams wrote, “Always a first.”
Since the beginning of the 2024 Olympics, Williams, 42, has been in Paris with her spouse Alexis Ohanian and their two daughters, Olympia, 6, and Adira, 10 months.
The four-time gold medallist at the Olympics participated in the torch relay this year, which carried the torch from the Seine to the Olympic Cauldron. Nadia Comăneci, Carl Lewis, and Rafael Nadal joined her throughout her section.
Williams tried to eat at the rooftop restaurant of the Peninsula Paris, a five-star hotel with a view of the Eiffel Tower, after more than a week of games.
Williams, however, stated that despite what she described as a “empty restaurant,” she and her family were refused admittance when they arrived.
The Peninsula Paris extended their support to as many fans as possible.
Greetings, Mrs. WilliamsWe sincerely apologize for the disappointment you had this evening. The hotel’s answer was, “Unfortunately, our rooftop bar was in fact fully booked and the only empty tables you saw belonged to our gourmet restaurant, L’Oiseau Blanc, which was fully reserved.”
They said, “It has always been an honor to welcome you, and it will always be to welcome you again.”
Many are unclear of how to interpret the hotel’s reaction, even if Williams has not yet responded. “You set up a table for her,” exclaimed some, while “She ought to apologize to your team,” held the opinion of others.
The Ring and the Revelation
I had planned it for months. Every extra shift, every skipped luxury, every penny saved went towards that little box. It wasn’t the biggest diamond, I knew that. But it was elegant, minimalist, exactly what I thought she’d appreciate. It felt like us – understated, genuine, built on something real, not flashy. I was so proud of it, so proud of the effort, so hopeful for the future it represented.
The moment arrived, the words tumbled out, earnest and heartfelt. I opened the box, my heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and pure, unadulterated love. And then, she looked at it. Not at me, not at the significance of the gesture, but at the ring itself.
Her reaction wasn’t joy, or tears, or even surprise. It was a dismissive glance, a slight frown, and then, she took the box from my hand and tossed it aside. “The diamond is too small,” she said, as if commenting on a minor imperfection in a piece of furniture.
My world tilted. The air left my lungs. Broken. That’s the only word that comes close. I felt utterly broken, exposed, and profoundly helpless. All the effort, all the love, all the hope – reduced to the size of a stone. It wasn’t just the ring she had rejected; it felt like she had rejected me, the part of me that had worked so hard, that loved her enough to offer everything I had. Her words, her casual dismissal, crushed me in a way I hadn’t thought possible.
I don’t remember exactly what I said, or if I said anything at all. I just remember the feeling of numb disbelief as I bent down, picked the small, rejected symbol of my love from the floor, and walked out.
Now, days later, my phone is a constant buzz. Her name flashes across the screen, message after message, call after call. She wants the ring back. Her ring, she calls it.
But honestly? Looking at the ring now, it doesn’t represent a future together anymore. It represents that moment, that crushing realization, the feeling of being utterly unseen and unappreciated. The desire, the hope, the love I felt in that moment of proposal – it’s gone. Washed away by the cold, hard truth of a diamond that was “too small.” I’m not interested anymore. Not in the ring, and not in trying to rebuild something that shattered so completely over something so superficial.
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