(Author’s POV)
The moment Ian’s sleek black car pulled up to the front of the restaurant, the staff at the entrance straightened in attention. The elegant glass doors slid open as if in greeting, revealing a lavish interior bathed in warm, golden light. A gentle hum of conversation filled the air, mingling with the soft melody of a live piano playing somewhere near the bar.
Aurora stepped out first, her flowy beige dress brushing against her legs as she looked up at the ornate chandelier hanging over the lobby. Elara followed, slightly nervous in her simple yet elegant attire, she had never been to such an upscale place before. Ian came around the car, his crisp white shirt and black slacks effortlessly exuding his usual confidence. He placed a light hand at the small of Aurora’s back, g
