MIMI

My mouth moves quietly as I spot Devon across the table irritated. I looked down at his plate. We ordered the same thing so there isn't a reason he should be displeased.

"The food not to your liking, dear?" I muttered borely, slipping a spoon into my mouth as his glare shifted toward me. He hesitated for a moment, eyes scanning the room before finally parting his lips.

"Didn’t I ask for the entire restaurant to be rented out?" he said, irritation threading through his tone.

"You did," I replied, setting my spoon down and lifting my glass of wine. I took a slow sip before placing it back...