The restaurant was a masterpiece of ambiance, a symphony of soft lights, clinking glasses, and smooth jazz that seemed to cocoon Sarah and Taylor in their own little bubble.
The tables were dressed in white linen, candles flickering faintly atop each one, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air.
It was perfect, every detail planned to ensure tonight would be unforgettable.
She had spent hours preparing for this. From choosing the perfect navy dress that clung just right to curling her hair in soft waves framing her face, she'd gone all out.
And as Taylor walked slightly ahead of her toward their table, his presence towering, calm, and collected, she couldn't help but feel a spark of nervous energy.
For a man who had agreed to dinner more out of obligation than i
