Eva's pov
The restaurant glowed with soft amber light, gold accents catching in the crystal chandeliers overhead. The tables dressed in white linen, each candle flickered like a tiny star.
Soren held the door open with a smile as he let Eva enter first.
The yellow dress which he had gotten for her as a gift brushed against her knees, it was simple but pretty.
Amelia walked in behind her, her heels clacking sharply, her arm linked with Soren's in a way that screamed mine.
A waiter approached them with a welcoming smile.
"Good Evening."
"Good Evening," Amelia greeted.
"Can you show us a table with a good view?"
"Follow me," the waiter murmured.
He escorted them to a secluded table near the large windows overlooking the city.
"Perfect," Amelia muttered as she took the seat by
