Nora's POV

“What!” I gasped as I stepped into the restaurant, making my way back from the kitchen.

This couldn't be happening.

“What is the problem?” Janet asked as I rushed into the changing room, looking like I had seen a ghost.

I was sure that my skin was flushed and with the way I was gasping as if I had run a marathon instead of a few paces from the restaurant to the changing room, it wasn't a problem for anyone to guess that there was a problem with me.

“Nothing.” I said, ...