The terrace, as promised, offered a breathtaking view. Our table was positioned near the railing, allowing us to enjoy both the scenery and the breeze.
“I ordered champagne for us and, of course, sparkling cider for you,” Ethan said as we took our seats. “I hope that’s alright. We have something to celebrate, after all.”
I nodded, grateful that he’d thought to order me a non-alcoholic choice. We clinked glasses, and I took a small sip, the bubbles of my sparkling juice tickling my nose. It was just as tasty as the real thing, although right now, I resented the fact that I couldn’t drink anything to dull my frayed nerves.
“I’ve been thinking about our next steps,” I said, setting my glass down. “We’ve generated a lot of buzz with the magazine, but we need to capitalize on it.”
