SCARLETT BLACKSTONE
We strolled through the parking lot, fingers intertwined, my heart racing with each step. I had no clue where Logan was leading me, but the thrill of being by his side was intoxicating. Our hands were firmly linked, and I basked in the delight of our first outing in public. Even though we had kept our wedding away from the media's prying eyes, this moment felt incredibly important. I couldn't shake the thought that this outing might mark a turning point in our relationship, though perhaps I was being a bit too optimistic.
We paused in front of Eleven Madison Park, one of New York's most celebrated restaurants. I was taken aback, my mouth nearly agape in astonishment. I never expected him to have ties to such an esteemed establishment. The driver opened the door for Lo
