#Chapter 130: Meetings

Audrey I smoothed down my blouse as I entered the upscale restaurant where Claudia and I usually met. The scent of expensive perfume and seared steak filled the air, a sharp contrast to the campus cafeteria lunches I was used to. The hostess recognized me, smiling tightly as she led me to our usual table. Claudia was already there, rising to greet me with a warm hug. “Audrey, darling! Congratulations on your piece at Paris Fashion Week. It was absolutely stunning,” she gushed, squeezing me so tight I could hardly breathe. “Thank you,” I said, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “I’m just glad it was well-received.” We settled into our seats and ordered our drinks—a glass of white wine for Claudia and a soda for me. She peppered me with questions about Paris, the mention of which made my heart pound. Little did she know I had slept with her future son-in-law there. Assuming he wasn’t able to get out of his engagement to Fiona. Edwin had mention