Hera’s Pov
Like clockwork, a tall handsome Hispanic guy walked up to the front door with a really big duffel bag at exactly 4;35pm.
After Mariani's statement, I had stayed back to eat and drink as much as I could, knowing she was going to pay for it all.
After about 20 minutes, a thought occurred to me.
"What if she had already cleared the bill on her way out and I was obliged to pay for every other thing I had eaten since?"
The shrimp I was swallowing froze in my throat and I had to drink three and a half glasses of water to push it down.
Anxious, I scanned the restaurant but there were no waiters close by so I picked up my cheap purse and made my way to the door, praying not to get caught.
Just as the doorman opened the door for me, a waitress called out.
"Please hold on madam."
