Chapter Six
Ashleigh
If I had thought about dinner, I would have thought about burgers or burritos from a fast food joint. Maybe, if we were dreaming big, I would have thought about a Styrofoam container of cheese fries from the diner. I could not have imagined this place.
Intricate stained glass windows send shards of colors across pristine white tablecloths. Wooden arches soar above our heads. It was a church, the maître d’ explains as he leads us to a secluded table for two. A church from the 1920s that was restored for this restaurant. The other patrons are wearing suits and evening wear. I’m in a top I found in the trash and a skirt I found in the thrift store. Did Sutton bring me here as a joke?
I glance at him, and he’s watching me with challenge in his blue eyes. He expects me
