Chapter 27
They had just entered the shop when all eyes instantly turned to Hilda’s group. And who could blame them? The four men accompanying Alica looked like models, and Art was wearing a formal suit that day. As for Alica, she looked like she was ready to walk a in a fashion show in her glamorous dress.
Hilda sighed at the attention they were getting. She felt so small standing next to them—like a potato among roses.
Her steps faltered as she approached their table. She was stunned; this wasn’t just any ordinary dessert shop. Once the orders arrived, her eyes widened at the sight of the elaborate, luxurious desserts being served.
Then a memory hit her. Alica had once brought her to a birthday party when they were younger. It was a formal affair, and Hilda had made a fool of herself
