Alexandra glared daggers through her vehicle’s window at the restaurant in front of her.
Fancy red coating, flowers beds placed neatly at every corner and a pair of see through glass doors. The exterior almost made the blonde forget all about the foreboding feeling in the pity of her stomach.
She was making a bad decision. Somehow, she knew it, but just couldn’t pinpoint how she knew this.
Sighing for the fifth time, she pulled her gaze away and reached for her coat hung neatly on the headrest of one of her seats.
Whatever thoughts she had, sitting in her car wasn’t going to answer those questions.
At last, she threw the coat on over her sport bra- not having enough time to change into actual dresses, and stepped out of the vehicle.
Carrying her shoulder with pride, she
