"I can see why this place has a Michelin star." Arabella took a sip of her juice. "The food is incredible."
Richard smiled from across the table.
"Do you like it? I could buy the restaurant for you.”
Arabella laughed. "Right. So I can eat myself into a coma.”
They ate in comfortable silence for a while. The spread was impressive—fresh seafood, wagyu beef, delicate French pastries.
"You eat your chicken wings first too?" Richard held up his own wing, grinning. "Same.”
Arabella glanced at his plate.
He'd cut his wing exactly the same way she had.
She looked down, suddenly uncomfortable.
"Weird. Axel always goes for the wings first too.”
Richard's smile softened.
"Strong genes, I guess." Pause. "I hope I get to meet him soon.”
Arabella's smile didn't reach her eyes.
She said noth
