NORA
“You look stunning,” Mark's attention was glued on me, the warmth of his forest green eyes a stark contrast to the chill outside.
I smiled, getting comfortable in my seat.
The waiter had just left after taking our orders and Mark and I were having a pretty exciting evening. If I do say so myself.
Conversation was easy between us both. The weight of my earlier run-in with Liam still lingered, but tonight, I was determined to shake it off.
It was Christmas after all.
The festivities were still well underway; the air was rich with the aroma of spices, roasted meat, and pine. Soft chatter filled the room, mingling with the faint notes of a piano playing in the corner.
I fiddled with my fingers, “I sent your jacket to dry-clean. They'll have it in your room by midnight. Thanks again
