Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 17

Earlier that evening, just as everyone was getting off work and gathering to head out for dinner together, they happened to bump into Sandra Taylor, who was about to leave.

When she heard they were going out for a group dinner, Sandra immediately chimed in, all smiles and enthusiasm, asking if she could join.

“She insisted on picking up the check, and the boss was there too, planning to come along. We really couldn’t say no…” Nancy James explained quickly, her tone anxious as she looked at Camila Davis. “But Camila, please believe us—we made it clear it was your farewell dinner. No one ever called it a ‘welcome party’ or anything like that…”

Camila’s face was clouded, and she didn’t answer right away.

She knew deep down that none of this was really her friends’ fault. They meant well. No one could have guessed Sandra would bulldoze her way in like this.

But that woman—she’d done it on purpose. No question.

The atmosphere in the private dining room was suddenly tense. But Sandra, perfectly oblivious—or pretending to be—just glided in, pulling Jordan Smith along, and took two seats right beside him. On purpose, she’d put herself between Camila and Jordan.

Then, with a gentle, practiced smile, she turned to the group. “Has everyone decided what to order yet?”

“Uh… not yet…” some of the others replied, awkward laughter filling the silence.

Sandra nodded graciously. “How about I help pick for everyone? Hope you don’t mind.”

With the boss, Jordan Smith, right there, who would dare object?

Sandra clearly knew it too, but still made a show of explaining, “I practically lived at this place in high school—I used to come here all the time with Jordan. I know what’s good. You all have to try their signature dishes.”

Without waiting for any response, she swiftly began ordering for the table.

She even leaned in toward Jordan, her tone just a bit too familiar. “Your tastes haven’t changed, right? I got you the same things you always used to order. Hope you still like them.”

Jordan’s expression softened, his eyes lighting up ever so slightly. “Yeah,” he replied gently, “I do.”

Sandra let out a playful little laugh.

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