The restaurant Julian booked was an upscale French steakhouse known for its wine.
Lila had already arrived.
She sat bored on the sofa, wearing a world-weary expression despite her young age.
"Dad, Mom, you're so slow."
When she saw us arrive, she did not greet us happily. Instead, she opened her mouth to complain.
Julian apologized in a low voice.
"There was some traffic. What do you want to eat? Dad will order it for you."
"I want chocolate, ice cream, and crispy fried food."
Lila was like every other child.
The more she was not allowed to eat something, the more she loved it.
In my previous life, fried foods, cold desserts, and anything unhealthy had all been on my forbidden list.
Just to eat a few bites, Lila had constantly opposed me and thrown tantrums.
Julian looked at me
