AUTHOR’S POV
Wanda pushed her chair back and stood before Phyllis could ask another question. “Wanda-” Phyllis started, but Wanda was already crossing the restaurant with rigid steps. Nik didn’t notice her at first as he sat alone, one arm draped over the back of his chair, his attention on the glass in front of him.
She stopped beside his table. “Nik.” Her voice cut through the low murmur of the room, and he looked up sharply, surprise flashing across his face.
“Miss Wanda,” he said, clearly caught off guard, and Wanda folded her arms, holding herself together by force alone.
“What are you doing here?”
Nik paused, clearly considering telling her it was none of her business, before he eventually sighed, deciding to indulge her. “I’m visiting my fiancée.” The word landed hard, as it
