POV: Isadora
I hopped out of the Uber at exactly 7:50 PM. I’d decided at the very last second not to drive. It didn't make sense for Anne to have a car, especially one as expensive as mine. I had to keep that in mind: Anne Simmons wasn't a girl from a wealthy family like I was.
I stared at the restaurant’s facade, my breathing uneven. Come on, Isadora. I mean, Anne. I took a deep breath and headed inside.
“Good evening! Do you have a reservation?”, the host asked as soon as I approached.
“Yes, under Anderson, for 8:00.”, I tried to sound casual, but I was a total wreck. My hands were shaking, and I’d completely forgotten how to breathe.
“Follow me, please.”, the host said politely. “Your table will be ready in just a few minutes. You’re welcome to wait at the bar.”, he smiled. “I beli
