Vivian's POV
When Ryan had insisted that they go out to eat, Vivian, despite her reservations, had agreed.
But she had believed that he would be taking her someplace where she would fit in despite wearing only jeans and a shirt.
She could not have been father from the truth and she was greatly regretting just following him blindly instead of asking where they were going.
"Ryan, we cannot eat here," She whispered furiously, dragging her feet as she considered making a run for it.
The billionaire, dressed in a dark shirt and slacks turned to her, raising a brow like he had no idea why she was against dining in such a fancy establishment.
"Of course, we can eat here, Vivian, I can afford it," He told her and Vivian wanted to scream at how oblivious he was being. Moving closer to him she whispered her protest.
"I am not dressed to eat in a place like this. Look at all of these people watching me,"
