The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

“Sir?” the staff member asked.

Logan looked away from Hazel, inwardly promising that he would explain everything later, and followed Tina into the restaurant.

Inside, she was speaking with the hostess. “You better not think of putting us near that clear table by the kitchen. You do know who I am, right? Who we are? That table by the window, that’s the one for us. Those people look like they are finishing up.”

The hostess took a good look at Tina and then paled. “Of course, Miss St. Louis. We’ll have that table cleaned at once.”

As the hostess hurried to work on that, Tina looked back at me with a smile.

“Your assistant really needs to learn to be more forceful when they make the reservations,” Tina said. “1 hate to think of all the terrible tables you’ve had up until now. You’re so lucky we’re dating now.”

The date hadn’t even started, and already she considered them dating?

Logan frowned a little. He also didn’t like the way she was treating the staff.

He tried to think back. Did he ever treat people this way? Maybe he had. Maybe it was Hazel who helped him see all employees as people and not just servants sent to wait on his every need.

Tina, it seemed, still hadn’t learned this.

to your table.”

“Your table is clear,” the hostess said when she returned. “The waiter will see you to your

“If you will follow me,” the waiter said.

Tina immediately shadowed him toward the table in the window. I stayed behind a moment and handed the hostess a fifty dollar bill behind Tina’s back.

“I deeply apologize,” Logan said.

The hostess immediately exhaled with relief. “Thank you, sir.” She tucked the money into her pocket and Logan pressed forward to continue this disaster of a date.

“A table for two, please,” I said to the hostess.

The hostess seemed tired. She looked me and Maria over but didn’t have anything but a blank expression. “Do you have a reservation?”

“No, but…” I started.

“It’s fine,” the hostess said. She marked a table on her podium then called over a waiter. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The waiter led us to a table near the kitchen.

“1 can’t believe they are actually letting us eat here,” Maria whispered after we sat down:

Why not? We were dressed nicely enough. Though, one thing did worry me.

I opened the menu God, just as I thought. There were no prices anywhere. It was one of those situations:

if you have to ask, you can’t afford it.

“How much do you think a salad is? Maria asked.

Honestly, at that moment, I didn’t much care. “I’ll cover it.” I wasn’t made of money, but I’d pay a amount to keep a closer eye on that table by the window.

any

“Maybe we should just leave…” Maria suggested, closing her menu. “I was for looking, but this is a tremendously bad idea.”

“She kissed him, Maria,” I said. “Who knows what else is going to happen? I can’t just turn my head and pretend not to be upset.”

I was so tired of taking the high road, when this whole thing had done nothing but cut me deeply. If there was more to see, I would see it. I wouldn’t turn away.

When I confronted Logan later, I wanted to have all the facts. As long as we stayed relatively inconspicuous…

As soon as I thought if, I glanced over at Logan and saw him staring right back at me.

We had just sat down and we’d already been caught.