Sandy’s POV
The four of us sat around a small round table at the small restaurant Trent had told me about. They served a fairly good food, suitable for their rich lifestyle. Ever since we arrived, I had lost my appetite and only put a few spoons of food into my mouth while Ida chatted away with Trent and Anthony about work. It was almost as if I was at a business luncheon with my boss, sitting quietly like the obedient assistant that I was. Anthony only gave me a few glances and that was only when we ordered and when the food came. Ida was all up in his face, getting his attention and making him respond to her. I wanted to believe that she was so invested in him that he barely had time for me. I knew Anthony well enough but these past few hours have been quite confusing for me.
“Sandy?”
