07

Ella's POV

Four years ago...

A waiter opened the door, and the strange gaze he shot at me sent shivers down my spine. I began to believe what I heard that my dad’s business partner was also not a simple man.

“Good morning, ma’am. Are you Miss Ella Kaneko?” he asked, a weak smile forming on his lips.

I frowned; I didn’t have to give my name to a stranger. But I got curious as to what extent the man I was going to see knew about me. Only a few people know that I am a Kaneko. The rest of the people knew me as Ella Sahara.”

Without answering, I looked around, and I saw only a few people filling the place. It was still nine, so this was what I had hoped for. I was not too fond of crowded places, and even if Jamella was a five-star restaurant in Cambridge, I didn’t expect it to be less crowded.

"Ma'am, this way, please," said the waiter I didn't notice was following me. He just sprung by my side, and I almost bumped into him.

I glared at him, wrinkling my forehead at his know-it-all