CHAPTER NINETEEN
The next evening, Daniel led Emily in through the glass door of the new fancy restaurant that had opened in town.
“We’re going here?” Emily said, a little surprised.
Daniel nodded. He looked uncomfortable in the opulent setting, and smoothed down his plaid shirt.
“I thought we should try it,” he said. “Support the new local business.”
Twinkling piano music floated through the restaurant, which was lit with low, romantic lights. It smelled delicious. Emily felt her stomach grumble with anticipation.
Their server, a twenty-something girl with curly hair, appeared and led them to their table. It was a round table in a quiet, cozy corner. The wall was exposed brick with creeping vines climbing it. On the table stood an ornate candlestick and a glass vase containing a sin
