KIMBERLY'S ’S POV
At exactly 8pm, the driver was waiting for me. I stepped out of the mansion and got into the car.
My heart thudded in my chest out of anxiety of what to expect from the dinner. As we stopped at our destination, all my worries disappeared for a moment as I was struck in awe by the beauty of the restaurant.
The view was of an engaging restaurant-all the bright lights and soft music, screaming of exclusiveness. My feet stammered a bit while stepping inside-my gaze was swept to him; Xavier.
He sat in his tux by the window with more marked features, little like an impossibly perfect sculptor outline in gold-first upon firm angles, then a glint deep in his eyes, this close to reaching a threshold past which he would be impossible, utterly untouchable as a person t
