Chez Riviera was an upscale French bistro in an area downtown where Lisa rarely went. She’d never been to the Chez, as it was called, but the few times she’d driven past it, she always envied the celebrities she saw dining on the covered patio. Even the restaurant’s website was posh, and the menu was written in a patois of French and English that made everything sound divine. The fact that there were no prices listed only underscored how expensive it was.
She couldn’t wait to go.
Their reservation was at seven, which was a bit late, but it worked out given the laid-back day Nick had planned for her. Breakfast at a crêperie food truck parked by the river, a leisurely stroll along the canal afterwards. Then a trip to the movie theater—her choice, and Nick didn’t complain when she chose a s
