Chapter 20 Dinner Date Gone Wrong

Kelvin

The maître d’ of L’Aura—a rooftop restaurant—looked at me like I had just tracked dog shit onto his imported floor.

I stared the guy down, adjusting the cuffs of the dress shirt I had bought three hours ago, waiting for him to hand me the menus. Since I was out with a princess, I had to loo...

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