_Zarelle’s POV_
Daniel shrugged innocently. “A friend recommended the place.”
He guided me towards the host. “Come on, the wait list is two months long. Let’s not waste the booking.”
I saw through his plan right away. Daniel had not given up on trying to win me over.
“He’s persistent,” Mirelle said with amusement. “Like a determined hunter.”
I was tempted to leave, but I valued our friendship too much to have a fight over just a dinner.
Once we were seated, Daniel offered to order for both of us.
“Chef’s Charcuterie board to share, pea soup, ravioli filled with prawns, oven-roasted Tomahawk ribeye steak, medium rare, and a side of seasonal black truffle.”
He looked through the wine list with the sommelier while I enjoyed Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 21, played by a
