MARCEL'S POV
I was a sucker for making memories, and our first night out together didn't seem like what I wanted. Of course, we had our fun in the kitchen, but it didn't end well, seeing how she always made a point about money. She had ruined my self-esteem because she knew I was wealthy enough to afford whatever she deemed fit to want.
Slow jazz played through the speakers as she remained on her feet, her eyes darting around while her feet moved at a slower pace, checking out all the rooms. She was impressed, and that was all I needed to know.
I had thought of taking her on a yacht but was scared she might come up with a story about her phobias of water. I couldn't bear to ruin the moment; it was a given she would bring up something silly and totally unnecessary as an excuse. T
