~ RACHEL’S POV
As I park my car, I adjust my white hat and put on my black sunglasses, trying to blend in with the crowd. I glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror, making sure I look inconspicuous. With my bag in hand, I step out of the car and make my way into the restaurant.
A sense of relief washes over me as I realize I'm not being followed by the media. It's not much of a surprise since they usually hound Richie more than me. Lately, things have been messy, and Richie didn't want me to go out alone. He suggested I bring Brad with me for extra protection. But I insist on having a girls' lunch without any security. I don't want the attention that comes with having a muscular man by my side everywhere I go.
Sure, being approached by strangers can be unnerving, but I'd rather
