Freya's POV
Anya Porter signaled the waiter with a dismissive wave and pulled out her designer wallet.
"There, your meal is covered. Enjoy yourself, old classmate." She slammed the receipt down beside my plate with theatrical flair.
She thought she was humiliating me, but I was thrilled to accept her generosity.
I picked up the receipt and scanned the total, my eyebrows lifting in pleasant surprise. Over six thousand dollars. What a windfall.
"How thoughtful of such a generous old friend," I said sweetly, then turned to Valerie Victor with a perfectly innocent expression. "If I had known someone so wealthy was treating us, we should have ordered the premium menu."
Valerie buried her face in her napkin, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
Anya's face flushed crimson. "Freya Colby!"
