Leila reached Stone Café before Charles. There might have been café in its name, but it was nothing like one. Someone opened the glass door for her as she walked up to the entrance. The inside was cool and welcoming, a contrast to the café she left.
Every item in the room oozed money. From the fancy chandeliers to the wall lights and expensive-looking chairs. Even the linens covering the tables. As soon as the door shut behind her, someone was at her side to ask for her name and reservation. It reminded her of the dinner she had with Kelvin. Perhaps this was common with highbrow restaurants. She hadn’t realized they were at their anniversary dinner until Kelvin mentioned it, but she’d saved the date now, so she would never forget it.
“Ma’am?” the lady called out to her.
“Leila. Leila
