The five-star restaurant they were eating in was bought out for the afternoon and the curtains were drawn, the waiter and waitresses were both professional and also wondering what was going on. It was a private lunch that consisted of Grace and Joey, Elijah and Noah, Eddie and Matty. Before leaving the office, Eddie had sent Matty a warning text to get ready for lunch with the Sheridans and here they are, seventeen minutes later, surrounded by plates of Risottos and wine glasses filled with forty-year-old wine that tasted sweet and almost like chocolate.
Grace hasn’t stopped complimenting Matty, she has been asking him what kind of cream he used for skin and asked him if he uses L.A Girl cosmetics and she hasn’t stopped looking sideways, sneakily trying to watch Eddie and Elijah.
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