ISABELLA
The lights dimmed just enough to draw the crowd's attention. The murmurs and low chatter faded into a sudden, almost reverent quiet.
The slideshow on the screen transitioned smoothly into the next frame: an image of a luxurious yet warm dining space, elegant and inviting, bursting with life and culture.
It was a vision, a dream that somehow, in this very moment, felt real.
A restaurant not just for the privileged few but for anyone who longed for a taste of something more, something that embraced everyone. The crowd around us stirred, nodding and whispering, expressions of interest beginning to form.
I could feel the weight of their gazes, a mix of curiosity and expectation. Logan’s hand was a heavy, grounding presence at my lower back, his touch reassuring, but it didn't st
