NIA’S POV
The restaurant looked like something out of a movie. Low lights, velvet booths, and the kind of silverware that made you feel like you should sit up straighter. I felt out of place, even in the beautiful dress Alexandra had chosen for me. I tugged at the hem, wishing I could disappear into the cushion.
Alexander, on the other hand, belonged here. He sat across from me like he owned the world and didn’t have to prove it. Calm. Polished. Watching me with those sharp eyes that missed nothing.
Alexandra, seated beside him, kept the energy light. She was chatting about the newest interior design trend she hated, waving her wine glass in one hand and laughing at her own jokes.
But I wasn’t really listening. I couldn’t stop watching Alexander.
Not in the romantic, heart-racing
