~Lora~
Thirty minutes later, I finally turned my phone off.
I slipped it deep into my purse, like I was burying the chaos attached to it.
Out of sight, out of mind.
At least, that was the lie I told myself.
The moment I stepped into the restaurant, the heavy air of the city vanished.
Warmth and soft music wrapped around me, crystal lights glimmered high above, casting a golden glow over polished tables and expensive smiles.
The entire place smelled faintly of rich food, fresh roses, and heavy money.
It was beautiful, and expensive.
My eyes scanned the crowded room once before landing on him.
George.
His dark hair was neatly pushed back, exposing the sharp, clean lines of his jaw.
He wore a brown tuxedo that hugged his broad shoulders, making him look softer somehow.
Les
