Chapter 85

Layla’s POV

I walked silently beside him, my hand in his. Whatever he was gonna say today, I was completely prepared to hear.

As soon as we stepped into the restaurant, a woman who was not dressed as a waitress stood at the side. She was wearing a pink jacket and a tight pencil skirt. Two waiters stood behind her.

“Good morning, Mr. DeAngelo,” the woman greeted us with a warm smile. Your table is this way." She pointed toward the back, taking a path forward before we followed her lead, hand in hand.

As we approached the table, Logan pulled back a chair for me like a true gentleman, and I sat down, beaming with a smile. Logan then rounded the table and sat in his chair, too.

“Would you like to drink any refreshments before I serve you, sir?” the pink-suit woman asked, her blond ponytail cascading her chest as she spoke.

Logan looked up to give her a smile and replied, “Yes. A glass of red wine for the both of us, please.”

She