Love at Second Sight

Chapter 16

"Yeah, that sounds—"

The door burst open, cutting him off, and a gorgeous woman stormed in. "Zac!"

"What a pleasant surprise." Zac stood up from the couch where he was sitting beside Savannah and opened his arms to hug her. "Spence, it's so good to see you."

This woman's name was Spence? Like Spencer—Spence, or just Spence?

"Yeah. I know. I got the digital invitation for the gala—which was smart of you, by the way, digitalization and all—so I thought, why not drop by earlier and surprise everyone..."

Savannah tuned out as Spence and Zac began talking about other insignificant things. She used that time to study the woman. God. She was stunning—the GQ cover page kind stunning. She was charming in ways Savannah could never even imagine being.

Sharp features, dark chocolate-brown irises, straight nose and seamless thin lips, long auburn hair and a skinny but agile hourglass figure. Everything wrapped up in all-white clothing. A white car coat over a white turtleneck top and white leggings paired with beige stilettos and a small beige leather satchel handbag. Simply exemplary.

Savannah couldn't help but feel that if she had to guess Zac's ideal type, it would be her. Definitely the woman in front of her.

"Well, Spence, meet Savannah—Chef Reece." 

Savannah bolted up the moment she heard Zac say her name. Had they been talking about her while she'd tuned out? Had they caught her staring at the beauty in this space? How long had she been lost?

"Uh. Hi. I'm Savannah Reece..."

"Hi. I am Yvonne Spencer. Zac's told me so much about you, haven't you, Zac? Hmm?"

"Shut up."

Oh... Spence for Yvonne Spencer, she mused. Wait—what? Zac'd been talking to this English rose about her?

"You shut up," she countered. "So, Savannah—is it okay if I call you that?"

"Sure. No problem."

"Good. It's good to finally see you. This man, here," she pointed at Zac, "has constantly been telling me about you, so much that I was eager to meet you."

Savannah was getting this constant feeling that she'd seen Yvonne somewhere. But where?

"I've seen you somewhere," she blurted out, and then gave a sheepish smile.

Yvonne gave out a haughty laugh. Her laugh was also model-like, Savannah noted. How?

"Yeah. You most probably have. So far I've been on Vogue, GQ, Cosmo and Marie Claire. Take your pick."

Oh, right! She'd seen her on the cover page of the Cosmopolitan edition she had been reading in her flight to D.C. Cosmo being one of the many covers, by the way.

"Right... I've seen you on all four magazine covers. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you before. I'm not a fashionista at all...so GQ, Vogue and all are sorta my leisurely flipping-through kinda magazines." Savannah smiled, but soon realized what she'd said. "Shit. I'm sorry. That was a very wrong and disrespectful thing so say—"

"No, no. It's okay. Just because I'm a fashion slave doesn't mean you have to be. God knows I don't even know point-zero-zero-one percent of your culinary culture—or anything food-related, for that matter. So, relax."

"Yeah. Um... Well then, I'll let you both catch up. I'll leave then, yeah, Zac?"

Before he could speak at all, Yvonne said, "No, why are you leaving? You both were working, I was the one that interrupted. You both carry on."