On the way back from the hospital I couldn't help but be a bit upset. How dare she lecture me about things she knows nothing about? Why does she keep trying to make me regress back to how I was?
The bitch didn't even say thank you.
When the car stopped, I got out and was immediately confused.
A restaurant?
I walked inside the Italian place, my eyes widening at the sight before me. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto polished marble floors, each table draped in pristine white linen and set with gleaming silverware that seemed to sparkle in the soft, golden illumination.
It was a world away from anything I'd ever experienced. In my tracksuit and worn sneakers, I felt like a street cat that had wandered into a palace.
The hostess's smile faltered when she saw me, but she recovered quickly and led me to a table where Darius sat in a nice suit waiting for me.
The difference between us was staggering.
"What the hell is this?" I asked.
