Tangled Vows.

Lina’s POV

The noise was the first thing that got to me.

It was the same time someone walked past me in such a blur that I would have missed him if I hadn’t been paying so much attention.

But I saw his back.

He was lean, but at the same time, well built, the neat cut of his dark hair grazing the white collar of his shirt. He looked back a fraction, the side of his face slightly visible.

I swallowed immediately, wondering why it felt as if someone had hit me straight in the heart. He vanished behind a door just as my legs shuffled in the opposite direction.

“No!”

A hysterical voice screamed as I tried to take my seat at the first table I found. I looked up at her, my brows scrunched in confusion.

“You cannot sit there! That spot is reserved for our CEO alone. You can go scurry out and find some other place to sit.”

My best friend, Cindy, would warn me to let it go, to just do as she wanted, and move on. After all, I was here for a reason. The moment I got it, I would be out of here.

I brought out my phone and scribbled something into my notepad: "Customer Service, 0 rating."

“This table was empty, so I sat on it. If you didn’t intend for anyone to sit there, you should have put a reserved card or something on it. That way, you wouldn’t have had to yell at me.” She scoffed. It was the first time I noticed the disdain on her face. Who the hell hired her?

“How dare you speak to me like that?” Her eyes passed through my features from my hair down to my feet. “And can you even afford our services?”

“What do you mean?”

“You are dressed like a bloody wannabe in those pants and shirt. I think I have seen Rihanna in the same outfit as well. You are one of those, right?”

She moved closer, her nose in the air. “You are a fake, and fakes don’t deserve to be here.”

I shook my head. It was true that I was dressed in a similar outfit to the one she spoke about, but it was personally designed by my family's designer. Of course, I didn't expect her to know that.

“You will regret this!” I said as calmly as I could, even though my eyes communicated something else entirely. “Get me your CEO right at this instant.”

A few other diners had begun to watch the scene, but the waitress didn’t seem to care about that.

“Right,” she sneered. “I will get him so he can kick you out of here.”

I knew she was bluffing. Not about the kicking me out of here part, but the part where she would get him.

I had done my research and even though the owner of The Barnes didn’t have an online personality, he wasn’t one that