Viya's POV
Caesar brought me to Bellagio's—one of New York's most exclusive Italian restaurants. It wasn't famous just for its food, but for its atmosphere and price tag. Dining here wasn't just eating; it was a status symbol.
Most people couldn't get a reservation without booking one or two months in advance.
The last time I'd been here was with Caesar too. It had been his 28th birthday, and I'd scraped together enough from my savings to treat him and his friends to dinner. I remembered how proud I'd felt to be able to do something for him after all he'd done for me.
After dinner, his friends had suggested they take him to a club—"no minors allowed," they'd smirked.
But Caesar had simply taken my hand in his much larger one and flatly refused. "You guys go ahead. I need t
