CHAPTER 18
We walked into Lana Blasé, this being my second time and yet the magnificence of the place still got to me every single time. Aiden had driven us home to change after we exited the diner. While I was dressed up in a turquoise number while Greta was dashing in a red dress.
“My buddies are over here too,” Aiden announced proudly, his hand around Greta’s lithe waist. The thought of being surrounded by a bunch of men did not settle well with me. The familiar unwelcome goose bumps raced through me.
“Miss Brookes?” I turned around to find Andrew Wells. I took that as a welcome distraction to steer off the crowd.
“Mr. Wells,” I mouthed an ‘excuse me’ to Aiden and Greta, sauntering off to where Andrew stood by the bar with a surprised expression on his face.
“Just Andre
