Sebastian's selected restaurant was small—an elegant rooftop bistro with stunning skyline views and faint jazz wafting across the warm evening air. The sun was sinking, casting subtle lavender and gold tones paint on the clouds, and the candlelight on the tables glowed softly.
But tonight it was neither about making statements nor about big gestures.
It was about beginning again.
Amelia arrived first.
She donned a classy off-shoulder navy-blue dress that clung to her curves and let her hair fall in gentle waves. Her confidence spread from her like perfume. She was not anxious, not as she had been when she first met Sebastian. This time, she knew exactly who she was.
And that changed everything.
Sebastian showed up a few minutes later, somewhat out of breath, his tie loosened and blaz
