Nova entered the luxury restaurant with a confident stride. She was a striking figure in an emerald-green dress that accentuated her tall, slender frame. The dress’s elegant cut and subtle sheen drew admiring glances as she moved. Her hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face with effortless grace.
Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on her father, Dominic, seated at a private table near the back. His expression was unreadable, but there was a stroke of warmth in his eyes that he quickly masked behind his usual stoic facade.
Dominic rose to his feet, his well-tailored suit a perfect fit for the elite environment. As Nova approached, she managed a polite greeting, despite the tension simmering between them. “Hello, dad.”
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