Cayne kept on sneaking glances at me as the limo drove steadily down the road. His mother sat beside me, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Cayne, on the other hand, sat beside his father who was engrossed in the newspaper article he was reading. We would occasionally catch her wife's eye and give her a wink that causes her to giggle like a teenage high school girl.
When the car stop, we immediately got out. Cayne hurriedly rushes to my side. He held his hand for me and I took it. As we walk inside the fancy restaurant, I began to feel nervous and conscious about myself. I was out of my element. Decked out in Chanel and Versace with a Valentino coat slung over my shoulder.
Cayne looked at me and smiled. "Chill, just go with the flow. Pretend like we are like a real married couple. Just like wh
