Nico — POV
By the time I reached the restaurant, heads were already turning. They always did. I ignored it.
She found me before I found her: yellow sundress, long black hair, that smile she kept just for me. Anastasia crossed the floor and wrapped her arms around me before I could say a word.
"You came," she whispered. She pulled back, searching my face. "I honestly thought you'd ignore me. After the engagement party."
We took our seats. She looked genuinely happy, brighter than she'd been in weeks, already flagging the waitress down and ordering for both of us with no need to ask. No sulking. Not yet.
"I wouldn't abandon you," I answered.
Her onyx eyes lit up.
"But there are some ground rules, Ana. Going forward."
She tilted her head, watching me.
"We won't be physically involved
