trembling hands.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Daniel looked at her.
“For what?”
Maria glanced toward Vanessa.
“For tonight.”
Before Daniel could respond, Vanessa’s voice cut across the dining room.
“Maria!”
The waitress flinched.
Vanessa marched over.
“Did I tell you to serve dessert?”
“The order was already entered.”
“I told you we needed the table.”
Sophie stared at the manager.
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
Maria whispered, “They’ve paid. I thought—”
“That’s your problem. You think.”
Several diners turned toward them.
Vanessa seemed to enjoy the attention.
Daniel quietly asked, “Do you
