Blue Plate Restaurant
This restaurant was classy—carpeted floor, velvet armchairs, chandeliers. The place screamed luxury. Yet here she was—Angela, feeling like she was in the worst place on earth right now.
Holding her wine glass near her mouth, Angela watched as Gael walked with the leggy black-haired woman who looked like Gal Gadot in her twenties, wearing a black bodycon tube dress and Louboutins, looking very much like a model as she strutted across the room with her arm hooked with Gael's. The woman was nearly as tall as him—what a match.
Angela felt small for a tiny second when her mind began to compare herself to the other. For her lunch date with Vincent, she wore a blush pink off-shoulder dress that hugged her curves nicely.
