Helena
Nerves jittered through me as I arrived at the obscure restaurant. I’d never been or even heard of this place but according to Anastasia, it was some meant to give celebrities and the elite somewhere to eat in peace. Even though only a handful articles had been written about me, with non-outrageous speculation, I could already see the appeal. Especially if I was going to date Ana. While she was just a person to me, there was no escaping the fact that she was the Aphrodite and people were more obsessed than ever with knowing everything about her.
I stepped into the restaurant and a man in a dark suit stopped me. “Good evening, welcome to Lemon. Do you have a reservation?”
“Um, yes.” I gave him Anastasia’s name, feeling worried that they’d take one look at me and decide there was n
