Lana's POV
Walking into the restaurant, dressed in a black sundress with sandals, my hair was loose. With a little black bag, I walked over to a table in the middle of the whole restaurant. I needed some time to myself and not sulk about what I knew would happen. If this is how Arden wants to handle things, then its best that I continue to distance myself from him and anything that is going to try to hurt me.
Why is he here and why was he at my company and in my meeting?
Sitting down, a waiter came over to me with a menu. "I won't need a menu, but I would like to order a fruit salad please, and some juice," I said with a polite smile.
"What flavor would you like?" he asked me.
"Cranberry, please," I replied.
"Coming up," he said, and he walked away.
I just sat with my thoughts
