Tiffany’s POV
I wasn’t sure where we were having dinner, but Matty said to dress nice, so I picked out my best dress and heels and got ready. I took a long shower to try and ease my nerves and I straightened my hair followed by applying makeup. By the time I felt presentable, I got a message from the front desk saying that a chauffeur had arrived for me.
I left my room and went down the elevator and was escorted by a driver to a limo. When he opened the door, Matty was sitting inside with a wide grin.
“You look beautiful, Mrs. Jenkins.” He greeted.
“Thank you, Mr. Sutton.” I replied professionally.
The rest of the drive was in silence as he clicked away on his phone. I twiddled my fingers nervously and played with my wedding ring, twisting it back and forth.
Soon the vehicle stopped,
