Chapter 8: Hope
Andrew sat at a corner table at Ricardos. From where he sat, he had the perfect view of the entrance to the restaurant. When Ivy walked in he not only could see her but heard her tell the hostess how she had heard about their famous garlic knots and would love to try them.
How had Ivy Benson not tried all the famous cuisines of the country’s best restaurants?
He watched as a hostess walked Ivy to a table where a man was seating. Most men in the room turned to watch her as she walked past. She really had a way of commanding attention each time she walked into a room.
The man looked nothing like the type of man a woman like Ivy should be dating.
“What type of man should she be dating?” an invisible voice questioned him. He shrugged, all he knew was that guy she was meeting was not her type.
He chuckled softly when Ivy’s date didn’t go pull out a chair for her. “What a gentleman!”