Enzo was frowning after her.
“Do you know her?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said slowly. “She looked familiar.”
Before I could ask anything else, the manager came out from behind the counter and walked straight to our booth. He wasn’t smiling.
“You two need to come with me,” he said quietly. “Right now.”
My stomach dropped. “Is something wrong?”
“I can’t explain out here. Please. Just follow me.”
Part 2
He led us past the restrooms, down a narrow hallway, and stopped at a plain door. Then he opened it and stepped aside.
I actually gasped.
The little room was full of flowers. White roses and baby’s breath on every surface. A small round table had been set for two, with real cloth napkins and glasses that weren’t plastic. In the middle stood a white cake with a tiny bride and groom on top.
