Janet's POV
As soon as we entered the restaurant, the air was different. It was filled with the smell of rich food and wine, and, something else?... money. Not just any kind of money, the type of money you can feel on the skin. The lights were warm yet they were bright enough to illuminate every flaw, and every blemish.
This was the kind of place I only saw in movies, never in my life did I believe I would witness a day like this , were I would actually be here, not as a worker, but as an important guest, even though...
My smile was a little strained, but I held it. My hand was still on the arm of Chris, but I wanted so badly to get it out.
Chris walked like he was the king of the place. He moved slowly, as steadily as he could, every gesture coordinated. Not once did he look at me,
