Chapter 8The Ivy was a classy and expensive restaurant where you felt like a Queen the moment you set foot inside. A hostess greeted me at the front door the second that Mathew and Tate’s driver held it open for me.
“Good evening Miss,” she greeted me with a polite smile, “Do you have a reservation?”
That’s when I suddenly realized I hadn’t even thought of getting any further details from Hannah. I had been so excited about seeing Mathew and Tate again that everything else had simply flown out of the window.
“She’s with us.”
Like a knight in shining armour Tate appeared behind the hostess. His piercing blue eyes met mine and locked me there like an anchor in the deepest blue ocean.
“Ahh, Mr. Hemworth, I do apologise,” the hostess blushed, “I should have known that.”
How could she hav
