The chauffeur, Andrew, had arranged for her pulled up right in front of the elaborate restaurant. Sheila took a deep breath, glancing at her wristwatch. Just ten more minutes, and it would be exactly eight o'clock.
She sighed. She had made it just in time, and despite the rush, she had managed to pull off a stunning floral dress that reached just above her knees. The soft fabric hugged her figure just right, flowing elegantly as she walked. She looked beautiful—so effortlessly beautiful that she hadn’t even needed makeup to enhance her features.
And yet, she couldn’t shake the odd feeling in her gut, the strange awareness lingering in her mind. It almost felt like she was walking into a date rather than a business meeting. That thought unsettled her.
A date?
Even when she was married,
