Vivica’s POV
After Adrian left for the restroom, the entrance was forced open and two men came into view. From their body language and the volume of their voices, I could tell right away that they were the type of arrogant socialites who believed the world revolved around them. I’d worked at Red-Bone pack since I was five; I knew the type.
They caught me staring before I could look away, instead of heading for the bar, they detoured toward my table.
I looked around the fine-dining room awkwardly. It was just me. Not a single other customer was in view, and the realization struck me for the first time: had Adrian rented out the entire restaurant, or was I overthinking it? An attendant walked up to one of the men and tried talking to him, but he shoved her down. He glared at her cond
