Flair POV
We made it to the restaurant in good time, one of my favorites, and settled down at the table. Rachel sighed and leaned back in the chair as the waiter came up to take our orders. "I'll have the Vegan version of the eggplant Parmigiana please," I said as Rachel ordered a steak and chips.
I raised a brow at her. "I'm hungry," she said pouting "and I need some greasy food. I don't have your willpower Flair, or your morals."
I just laughed and then glanced around at the busy restaurant, enjoying the ambiance as soft music played in the background. It wasn't often we made it out to La Daniella's but when we did, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves at the elite restaurant. I smoothed down my dress, while Rachel nodded at my handbag, where the divorce papers sat neatly folded away.
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