He took her somewhere with a sommelier.
She had expected somewhere impressive — Robinson Enterprises level impressive, the kind of restaurant that had its own Wikipedia page and a three month waiting list. She had prepared herself for it. Had worn the midnight blue dress, the one from the estate, the one that had arrived in a box with a silver ribbon and no note.
It felt right to wear it tonight.
The restaurant was on the fourteenth floor of a building she'd walked past a hundred times without ever looking up. Small. Quiet. The kind of place that didn't advertise because it didn't need to. Twelve tables. Real candles. A sommelier who greeted Ethan by name and her by *Miss Tesla* which meant James had called ahead which meant this had been planned more carefully than Ethan was letting on
