CHAPTER 16
MIA“It’s just a work party, Mia.” Michael placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me down the sidewalk toward Silver’s Steakhouse, a large bar where companies reserved space to host work parties.
Cars and buses raced down the street beside us, and the towers stood monstrously all the way across the city.
I nodded and pretended like I was fine.
I wasn’t nervous at all.
Nah. Nope. Definitely not me.
I am going to go in there and rock it. Not.
When Michael opened the door, I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at all the people. Oh God, there were so many damn people here. How was I going to talk to any of them? I could barely talk to the server at Dunkin’ earlier.
“You’re fine,” Michael said, pressing a kiss on my cheek. He grabbed my hand and led me directly to the bar
