Chapter 18: Who are you?

Isla and Jaxon walked into La Pergola and Isla’s jaw was literally on the floor.

Just when Isla thought the main dining area was heaven on earth, Jaxon led her further into a secluded VIP section tucked in a private corner. Her head tilted back as she took in the sheer elegance, trailing behind him in awe.

It was, without a doubt, the most luxurious setting Isla had ever experienced. As they settled into their seats, a waitress approached, her smile as bright as the chandeliers above.

“Mr. Waverly! It’s always a pleasure to see you,” said the waitress, “Sasha,” her name embroidered neatly on the pocket of her uniform. Jaxon responded with a faint smile.

“You always say that, Sasha,” he replied coolly, his gaze steady. Sasha then turned her attention to Isla.

“Welcome, ma’am,” she said with a polite bow. Isla returned the gesture, her own smile wide and a little nervous. Sasha glanced back at Jaxon.

“What about Mr. Alex?” she asked with a knowing grin.