Chapter 13
Jasmine looked around the hotel lobby as she stood outside the entrance of the hotel’s ground floor restaurant. The place was teeming with people either standing and talking in groups, sitting in the designated areas around the massive lobby, or waiting to be attended to by the hotel’s concierge.
She straightened her outfit—a high-necked cream coat dress, paired with nude pumps, that showed off her glorious red hair held up in a slick ponytail. She’d missed her hair. Thank goodness the brunette wig dare with Dana was over.
She wasn’t supposed to be nervous, but she was. She hadn’t seen Tony Landi in many years. Was he still the lanky guy with full hair she’d known? She hoped he was bald and fat—that was what he deserved after the way he’d treated her.
The memories came flood
