Chapter Twenty One.

Walking into the very fancy restaurant with Jason, I could literally feel my purse lose weight, this was the type of place where every single service was somehow billed on your food.

Looking round my environment, I was awed by the sheer opulence the place exuded in waves. Heck, they even had people or more accurately sexy women whose were literally just to welcome you, escort you to your table and bid you bon appetit, with their high ponytails, red, red lips, skyrocket heels, and pristine pencil skirts which skirted a thin line between professional and sexy.

We were basically seated in a slightly elevated private booth with muted lighting, overlooking the rest of the restaurant with everyone else dressed in some sort of formal wear and some woman in a red dress, with her smoky eyes singing softly from her very soul, I don't even think she remembers that she had an audience.