Maeve's POV
I said yes to Preston because my mother was watching and I needed to appear normal.
That was the honest version of it. The version I told myself on the drive to the restaurant, sitting in the back of the car my mother had arranged because of course she had arranged a car, because every part of this evening had been arranged by someone other than me.
Preston had called, not texted, which my mother had noted approvingly when I mentioned it. He had suggested a restaurant downtown that had a three-week waiting list for reservations, which she had also noted. He had done everything correctly, and she wanted me to give him a chance, and I had run out of reasons to say no.
The restaurant was the kind of place that didn't put prices on the menu, which I had always found deeply
