Chapter 43

Kyrah's POV 

Blake and I arrive at an elegant restaurant and we are welcomed warmly at the entrance. After we confirm our table, the receptionist shows us where it is and we thank her. I am in wedges and a knee-length pink floral dress with a brown clutch bag. I may be wearing a dress which has a bubbly color, but deep down I feel like crap today. I fake a smile when the waiter arrives at  our table with the menu. 

"Hello, this is our menu. I'll be back for your order in a few," he says in a deep French accent.

"Bring us two glasses of wine, please. When you get back," Blake says and the waiter nods firmly, turning on his heel to leave.

I start playing around with my nails absently until Blake brings me back from la-la land by touching my hands across the table.

"Has anyone wronged you? If it's me, just let me know. You look troubled, Kyrah," Blake says as he eyes me keenly. 

"No, babe. It's not you, I am a little off moo