Chapter Five Oh, the Humiliation!––––––––
There were only ten tables at Orlando Furioso, but the intimate setting—not to mention the delectable fresh pasta—made it Amira’s favourite place to eat. Apart from her parents’ house, of course. Her mother’s saag paneer was the best she’d ever tasted. Boy, how would they react to Keith?
Oh well, she thought. It was her life, not theirs.
After picking out the perfect underwear for a possible hook-up, she ended up changing her top six times. Amira had to run to Furioso’s, which was no easy task in her high leather boots. Her heels crushed chunks of road salt on the sidewalks. Was twenty-five minutes still considered fashionably late? Crap! He would be waiting for her. He’d be wondering if she’d changed her mind. Why did she never accoun
