After sitting down, Dorothy had a sense of unease, which only grew when she saw that the menu was entirely in French. She felt completely lost.
She didn't understand the dish names, but she could definitely read the prices.
Not a single item was under a hundred dollars.
She pushed the menu towards him. "I can't read French. You order."
"Are you sure?"
'Uh... is he planning to take full advantage of me today?' Dorothy thought.
"Mm-hmm, I'm on a diet," she said, trying to hide her distress, her fingers clutching her chest in mock pain. "Just order for yourself."
Vincent suppressed a smile and placed the order.
After the waiter left, he looked at her with amusement. "You thought you were so clever, deliberately avoiding the chosen time, only to fall right into my grandma's trap. That
