(Leigh’s POV)
“Don’t be funny, Alex,” I gritted my teeth, forcing a smile as I glanced at Alaska and Bernard. “Don’t overdo it because it’s not funny.”
Alaska looked annoyed already, half-closing her eyes as she glared at the manager. Of course, she knew the owner of the restaurant, so the ‘Alex Joke’ being one of the owners wouldn’t work.
Alex heaves a deep sigh, nods at the manager, and says, “Fine! Call the owner, then,” he faces me and gives me a sullen look, but right now, I really don’t care. My nostrils flared in anger because he added more stress and anxiety to me.
Mr. Smith smiled apologetically at us and stepped outside the private dining area to call the owner.
“I told you this was a bad idea getting them as the event coordinator,” Alaska gave me an icy stare as she frowned
