Liam
If she was disappointed by what I said earlier, she masked it well. Her reaction was composed.
Her nod measured as she raised her glass and took a sip of the wine. But I wasn’t actually complimenting the wine.
It was her.
She looked radiant, her soft features focused on the menu as if it held the answers to all the questions in the world.
Through the glass, her reflection shimmered - those delicate cheekbones and the light furrow of her brows as she deliberated on what to order.
For a moment, I was struck by how utterly breathtaking she looked without even trying.
But I wasn’t about to let her know that.
“Bet your grandmother had good taste,” she said, her voice light but curious as she swirled the wine in her glass before taking another sip.
I chuckled. “You’re terrible at t
