Tessa
The soft glow of candlelight flickered on the table, casting a warm ambiance across the restaurant. I took a sip of my wine, feeling its velvety warmth slide down my throat. Across from me, Robert’s eyes met mine, and a subtle smile danced on his lips.
“I must say, Tessa, this place has an enchanting charm,” he remarked, his fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass.
I chuckled, the wine’s gentle buzz adding a playful lilt to my voice. “Enchanting, indeed. Almost as enchanting as your ability to choose a perfect venue.”
His gaze lingered, and the air crackled with a shared energy. “Well, I aim to impress.”
The waiter approached, presenting a tantalizing array of dishes. As the aroma wafted through the air, I couldn’t help but let out an appreciative sigh. “I might have to marry
