Fate was a fickle thing. They twist and spin their strings of destiny, tying and tangling red lines to pinkies, until it is a ball of mess.
Lina had tried to run from destiny far too many times to count, but that was in her first life where she thought she could defy a love fated in her stars. Now, she was forced to pay back the consequences of her actions.
"Right away, Mr. DeHaven," the hostess slowly said, lowering her gaze, careful to not turn her back to him, as it was a sign of disrespect.
Lina remained rooted to the spot, grabbing tightly onto the edges of her shirt. She stared accusingly at Kaden who gazed down at her. She expected smugness, but his expression was cold. She couldn't understand his thought process.
"Lead the way to your lover, my dear dove," Kaden murmured, gesturing his hand forward.
"You first," Lina shot back, unable to move her legs.
"Ladies first," Kaden corrected her.
