Gabriella
Despite the fact that Anthony's Chophouse had opened a few years ago and it was close to my condo, I'd yet to visit the upscale steak house. If necessary, I could walk home.
Johnathon stopped the SUV near the front entry, came around, and opened my door. With a nod and a grin, he said, “Have a nice meeting, Ms. Crystal."
I stepped from the vehicle, the warm spring air billowing the skirt of my dress. I smiled at Johnathon. “If we're going to be working near one another...my name is Ella."
“Ella," he repeated.
Clutching my handbag, I climbed the steps to the front door. Large wooden doors flanked by glass created the sought-after atmosphere. Once inside, I waited for the hostess. As I did, I surveyed the luxurious spacious dining area, complete with guests and waiters. A
