The maître d’ led the way through the elegant restaurant in downtown Atlanta, Georgia. Harmony wore a strapless deep purple gown made of the softest silk that fell to her knees, and she wore a necklace that dripped rhinestones and crystals the color of the dress. She had piled her hair on top of her head and let strands of curls fall down her temples. Next to her, Steve wore a gray blazer over a black turtleneck.
She knew they made a striking couple that made people look twice. With the second look, many of them recognized them. However, in this upscale of a restaurant, no one would make a fuss or bother them during their meal. Harmony knew that’s why Melody Montgomery chose this particular establishment in the first place.
Halfway across the room, she spotted their table. Melody stood,
