Chapter 219

Diana's P. O. V

The dinner didn't go as well as I wanted it to go, turns out the manager is some snubbish man in his forties who refused to give us a table.

Aside that, the staff kept on discriminating us because of our outfits and our appearance. They literally took the menu and just "recommended" what we should have. Which happened to be the lowest items on the menu!.

"Is it just me or is that blonde waitress looking for a cat fight?." Darla asked with a devilish look flashing across her eyes.

"We see it too. Damn, they weren't so stuck up the first time." James said, his eyes on the silverware on the table.

Pablo simply didn't seem to give two fucks about what went down, and West was trying to avoid some girl who stopped him at the door to ask for his number.

"If I knew that it would be like this then I wouldn't have suggested we come here." Willy admitted, his demeanor had changed.