They entered the restaurant, Jonas’ hand on her low back and she could feel all eyes on them. He was a good-looking man, in his well-fitted suit and slicked back hair. Tall and lean, he cut an imposing figure and she felt proud to be on his arm as he escorted her to a table near the back of the restaurant.
The server approached and identified herself as Hestia and it was apparent, she knew Jonas well. She was all smiles and even touched his forearm playfully as they greeted each other like old friends.
Sienna’s social awkwardness was making her feel as if she were drowning as she struggled to lift her eyes from the table in the midst of the chattering, vibrant and loud room. The server’s flirtatious behavior only amplified how much she felt she didn’t belong in this environment, and she
