“Hello," I said to the hostess whose nametag said she was Angie.
“Aloha. Do you have a reservation?"
“I believe so. It should be under Nelson." I gripped my hands into fists. Nelson would've been my name if I married Reid. The thought made me want to gag.
The woman went down the list. “Great. Will Mr. Nelson be joining you soon?"
I tried to keep my face serene as I shook my head. “No, it'll just be me."
Her face turned sour. “Very well." She picked up a single menu. “Follow me."
I was suddenly nervous. I really didn't want to eat alone. While I followed Angie, I debated whether to go back to my room and just order room service.
“Here you go," she said, facing me.
The table was close to the kitchen, definitely not a prime location, but it would do. I didn't want to draw attention an
