Matthew’s POV
The idea of taking Gabrielle out on a proper date wasn’t one I took lightly. After the emotional rollercoaster of yesterday, I needed to show her I wasn’t always a fanged tyrant prone to yelling at my “wife.”
So, I planned something… elegant. Classy. Romantic.
And by “planned,” I meant I instructed Julian to book a table at the fanciest restaurant in town and sent him several blood-themed emojis to emphasize the urgency.
Gabrielle, as usual, was skeptical when I told her about our outing.
“Why do I feel like this is some kind of trap?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Trap? Gabrielle, I am insulted,” I replied, hand over heart. “Can’t a husband take his lovely wife out without ulterior motives?”
She snorted. “You’re always plotting something.”
Touché.
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The night s
