Diana's POV:
The dinner was going fine. Perfectly fine.
Cassie's mother, Anna, was a lovely chef. The moment Cassie and I walked into the quaint antique restaurant, she grabbed us both to the table where she had set out an assortment of dishes.
"Cassie told me everything you liked!" She said to me with a huge smile on her face. "So I made them all!"
The table was laid out with assorted meat dishes, a lot of meat, wine, pasta, and even soft bread.
"I recall you like meat a lot so," Cassie said laughing nervously. "Did I overdo it?"
"No, not at all," I said, I felt warm inside that this whole feast was made for me. "But I wouldn't be able to finish all of this," I said.
"It's nothing, sit! Eat!" Anna said, pushing me into a seat. "And after dinner, there's a cake for you!"
"One whole
