Cranston’s POV
I want to go after Bree. I start to get out of my seat, but then lower myself back down.
No. I can’t.
The server looks at me in confusion.
“Could you please tell Chef Peter that we absolutely adored the pink champagne cake with the raspberry ganache? We’ll take that and don’t forget about the other order I placed as well.”
I give her my charming smile and her face clears into a warm smile as well.
“No problem! Absolutely! Can I get you anything else before you leave?”
“I’m good, thank you so much for your help today.”
She beams and walks away.
I grab Bree’s champagne flute and finish what she left in her glass before standing up and making my way out of the building.
My hands in my pockets, I hesitate slightly, glancing in the direction of Bree’s flat.
With a h
