The car ride to the restaurant was smooth, the city lights casting a warm glow through the tinted windows. Sharon sat in silence, glancing occasionally at the driver, who maintained a professional demeanor. Her thoughts raced.
What would this evening bring? Bruce’s increasing attention toward her was flattering, but it also carried risks. She couldn’t let her emotions cloud her judgment. If this man truly had feelings for her, she needed to exploit them carefully.
The car pulled up to an elegant restaurant tucked away on a quiet street. The driver stepped out and opened her door, bowing slightly as she exited.
"Thank you," she murmured, smoothing her dress.
The restaurant was understated yet luxurious, its entrance adorned with soft lights and lush greenery. As Sharon entered, a maître
