The restaurant was beautiful.
Set right along the beach, it had an open-air concept, with rustic wooden tables, soft lantern lighting, and the sound of waves crashing in the background. The scent of grilled seafood, fresh fruit, and warm spices filled the air, making my stomach growl.
I was starving.
And also still reeling from last night’s conversation with Grandfather Hale.
I had barely slept, my mind going in circles over how utterly ridiculous that man was. Who jokes about dying like that? I’d spent days agonizing over it, guilt eating me alive, and he had just laughed it off.
Unbelievable.
I needed food. And maybe an emotional support cocktail.
I picked up the menu, flipping through it with excitement. “Okay, we have to order everything.”
Across from me, Sabastine look
