Before she could protest, he was already leading her out. The theater staff looked surprised but didn’t question anything as Rafael guided her back to the car.
The ride was quiet. Celia kept her gaze out the window, swallowing down emotions she didn’t even understand. Rafael didn’t speak either, but he didn’t need to. His presence alone was grounding.
Twenty minutes later, the car slowed to a stop. Celia finally turned to ask where they were, but when she looked out the window, her breath caught.
A private, candlelit dinner setup was waiting for them, fairy lights strung above, a table elegantly arranged on a secluded rooftop with a breathtaking view of the city.
She turned to Rafael in shock. “What is this?”
He unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at her, his expression unread
