Ava
I sat beside Caspian in the grand restaurant, surrounded by opulent decor and soft lighting. The elegant tables seemed to gleam, and the atmosphere was refined. Before us, two empty tables awaited the arrival of our mystery guests.
As I glanced at Caspian, he seemed calm and collected, his eyes fixed on the entrance. I wondered who we were waiting for and what this meeting was about.
Suddenly, a loud voice boomed through the restaurant, "Ah, Caspian, my old friend!"
I turned to see an older man with a distinguished air, accompanied by a beautiful older woman. They walked hand in hand, their linked hands a testament to their affection.
Caspian stood up, a brief smile spreading across his face. "Mr. Edwin, it's a pleasure to see you," he said, extending his hand.
Mr. Edwin's handsh
