Chapter 70

Diana’s POV

“Here’s your order, ma’am. Hope you enjoy your meal.”

As the waitress set down our food, Harry and Isabella engaged in an enthusiastic conversation. After their meeting on the street, Harry invited Isabella to lunch. Our lunch. She was an old friend of his from before he was Harry Clinton. Isabella Molina. She used to be his neighbor and schoolmate—an eighth-grader while he was in the fourth.

“I can’t believe I’m in the presence of Harry Rodriguez, the golden boy.”

“Isabella, please. Not in front of my wife.” He chuckled shyly.

“Being the smartest boy at school is nothing to be ashamed about, Rodriguez.” Isabella smiled.

“But it’s Clinton now, right?”

“It is. But enough about me. How are you? I heard you moved to Texas. What are you doing in New York?”

“Oh, I’m just here for Gloria’s wedding. It was yesterday. You remember her, right?”

“Ah, yes. Gloria. That girl from your clique who was obsessed with the Spice