Carina pov
I spent most of the evening in the kitchen making sure every detail of the meal was perfect.
The aroma of garlic butter, fresh herbs and roasted vegetables filled the entire house, drifting through the hallways and settling warmly in every corner. The dining room looked beautiful beneath the soft glow of the chandelier, the polished table set with elegant plates and crystal glasses. Everything had been carefully arranged because tonight mattered.
Ever since Damien had started trusting me more, I had become increasingly aware that every small interaction between us carried weight. Sometimes it was the way he turned his face toward me during meetings. Other times it was the subtle concern in his voice whenever he thought I was working too hard. And then there were moments like
