Chapter Twenty

In my new dress, I felt like a different woman. When I got parked my car and saw myself in the reflection of the restaurant's window, I didn't see the Plain Jane that I'd seen my entire life. What I saw, was a reflection of someone with confidence. Maybe it was the dress, or maybe it was the fact that I was about to walk into the most expensive and fancy restaurant in the entire city. A place where a meal cost a minimum of five hundred bucks. Regardless, it was clear that I'd come a long way from the girl I used to be.

When I stepped inside, I was immediately greeted by the host.

“Good evening, ma'am,” he said. “What name are your reservations under?”

“Carter,” I said. “Carter Winthrow.”

He nodded. “Ah, yes, Mr. Winthrow. Please, come this way.”

I followed him and it felt like I was walking into a movie. The restaurant was filled with elegant-looking people. The women were dressed to perfection and the men were adorned in expensive suits. Clas