19- Lunch Date

Harrison POV

Holly invited me to lunch a week later. We met at a fancy restaurant that had thick cloth table covers and napkins that were bound by metal rings at the center of the plates.

I walked up to the maître d’ and told him, “Hi, I’m meeting my sister here. Holly Monroe.”

He looked at his little book on the stand and his eyebrows drew together. “I fear I don’t have anyone by that name.”

Right, I almost forgot she never uses her real name when making reservations. Due to some crazy-ass ex-boyfriend of hers, she started using aliases to hide from them should they stalk her at any point.

“What about Holly Golightly? Or Marilyn Monroe? Those are her go-to,” I said with a chuckle.

The man looked again and smiled as he tapped the book, “There she is. Follow me, please.”

He escorted me to the table she was seated at, and she smiled and stood upon seeing me. She stretched out her arms, saying, “Twinny!”

I smiled and hugged her back before we took our seats.

“Still using the aliases?”

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