DANIELLE'S POV
The restaurant Wilson chose is ridiculously upscale, the kind of place where even the water costs more than most people's meals.
Crystal chandeliers hang from vaulted ceilings, soft classical music plays softly through the air, and every table is covered in pristine white linen.
It's private, exclusive, and perfect for the kind of conversation we're about to have.
I sit across from Wilson at a corner table set away from prying eyes, my hands folded neatly in my lap, my posture poised and composed.
But inside? I'm seething.
Because despite all of Wilson's grand promises and reassurances, nothing has changed.
Xarion's still obsessed with Megan. The twins are still in the picture. And I'm still sitting here, waiting for something, anything, to turn in my favor.
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