It wasn’t like Henry to be late. If anything, it was Juliet that was the one running behind schedule most of the time, even though that drove Ella crazy. She checked the time on her phone again and took another drink of her cocktail. The vodka wasn’t well mixed, and it stung the back of her throat slightly. Where the hell was he? If he didn’t show up soon, she was just going to go. Maybe it would teach him a lesson about wasting her valuable time.
“Juliet? Juliet!”
She should’ve been used to that name by now, but it took Ella a moment to realize the woman’s voice was being directed at her. She finally pulled her eyes away from her phone to see Stella Goff, the model she’d seen here at Chavet once before, back when she’d first started dating Henry a few months ago, coming her direction. Her boyfriend, Langston Jackson, was with her, as usual, but so was another man Juliet didn’t recognize.
