SONIA’S POV
“Omg! Please pinch me. I can’t believe we’re actually here!”
Sam keeps on squealing quietly beside me, our fingers tightly wound together as a waitress directs us to our table for the night.
“Here,” Our sandy blond haired waitress – whose hair seriously reminds me of a certain confusing someone I’d hoped not to think about tonight – stops at our table with a professional smile on her face. “May I take your coats?”
“Please,” I and Sam take ours off, handing it over as she excuses herself, promising to be back in a minute with our drink menu.
“So, Bernley’s,” Sam literally purrs from her seat opposite me as she looks around us, sampling the name of the lounge in her mouth.
Frankly, I can’t blame her for it. Bernley’s one of three of New Jersey’s most sought after 5star r
