Anthony Nasser's POV.
We head to the restaurant that my father has decided to go to, which complies with the usual for the occasion? I am excited, ecstatic.
Juliet lies next to me, and as much as she tries to disguise it with elusive smiles, she is nervous, the way she squirms in the seat reveals it to me. For some strange, guilty reason, I'm enjoying every split second she makes that f*****g gesture where she wrinkles her nose, brushes an unruly lock away from her face, and then smiles softly and glances sideways in my direction. She's adorable.
I pull over as I arrive and slyly look around for where Habib, my lawyer, might be parked. I have found his presence important on this occasion, even though I am sure Juliet might be slightly uncomfortable, given the tension that has been exis
