Chapter 29 Alexa Margareth Davidson

• My mouth parted when I saw her. She had straight blonde hair, was wearing a body con red dress up to her mid-thigh and five-inch black ankle strap heels, and walking like she owned the restaurant, while she anchored her hands to Rhyan.
• “Is she the person Rhyan wants me to meet? Oh, no! Please... not her!” I thought.
• I plastered a fake smile when they arrived at our table. The lady was a bit stunned when she saw us. Her eyes immediately darted to Harry, who was busy answering emails on his phone. He didn’t even recognize the newcomer. Harry looked at them when he heard Rhyan talk.