As they waited for their food, Grace noticed a man and woman entering the restaurant. The woman appeared to be in her late twenties, her black hair elegantly pinned up. She wore a powder-blue wool coat, accessorized with diamond earrings and a Louis Vuitton handbag, exuding an air of sophistication.
The man, however, was someone Grace recognized instantly—Aiden Thompson.
The pair chose a table by the window. Aiden pulled out a chair for the woman before seating himself across from her.
Grace’s heart sank. She wasn’t sure why she felt so uneasy. In a city like New York, where relationships were fluid and social norms were relaxed, she knew she shouldn’t care. Yet, seeing Aiden with another woman felt like a cold wind piercing through her coat on a freezing winter day.
“Grace?”
Matthew’
