Vivica’s POV
The car pulled up to RichLass, a fine-dining establishment in the upscale district. Even through the tinted windows, it looked high-end and tranquil. It wasn’t just a restaurant; it was a sanctuary of glass bathed in a golden glow.
The engine went off, and Adrian turned to me with a smile. “We’re here, Your Highness.”
Before I could respond, he was already out of the car. A second later, my door opened. He stood there, tall and composed, like he belonged in places like this.
“My lady,” he murmured, offering his hand.
I took it, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
When I took his hand, he entangled mine into his and led me toward the glass entrance, which parted the moment we approached—as if they’d been expecting us.
The moment we stepped inside, my breath hitc
