Hiding The Billionaire's Son After Divorce
We ate mostly in silence at first, until Cassandra started talking about movies she'd seen recently.
"Have you seen that new thriller everyone's talking about?" she asked, her words slightly slurred. "The one with the unreliable narrator?"
"I don't get to the movies much," I admitted. "I'm usually too busy with work."
"You should make time," she suggested, reaching for her champagne glass again. "All work and no play, you know the saying."