Quinn
I sat in my chair and nervously drummed my fingers on the table. I can’t remember the last time I was as nervous as I am right now. Back at the hotel, I had changed my outfit three times. Finally, I settled on a fitted, off the shoulder, baby blue cashmere tunic sweater, black leggings, and a pair of grey suede ankle boots.
“Are you sure I look ok?” I glanced over at Dom and asked him for the millionth time.
“Baby, you look gorgeous. You always do.” He placed his hand on top of mine to either try and calm me down or to at least try and get my fingers to stay still. I looked out the window and saw the reflection of the lights against the water. Before too long I felt Dominic squeeze my hand. “They’re here baby,” he said.
I turned my head and saw the hostess leading an older coup
