Rachel POV
We finally arrived at the restaurant Marcus had reserved.
A valet took Marcus's keys as the three of us walked through the glass doors.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting warm light across the polished marble floors. Soft piano music played in the background, mixing with the quiet sound of conversation and clinking silverware.
I glanced at Dad. His eyes widened as he took it all in, his hands clasped nervously.
"Your brother really went all out," he whispered to me in awe.
I linked my arm through his. "Of course he did. It's Mom's birthday."
Marcus was already at the front desk, speaking with the hostess. She nodded with a polite smile and gestured for us to follow.
We walked past the main dining area into a smaller, private section. Our table was tucked
