Amira pov
The car ride was quiet, but not uncomfortable the kind of silence that existed when words weren’t necessary yet. Damien sat beside me, focused on his phone, his expression unreadable in the glow of the passing streetlights. Downtown shimmered ahead, tall buildings slicing into the dusk like silver blades.
My hands rested in my lap, the evening light flickering across my dress. I’d chosen something simple a dark navy gown with clean lines, modest but elegant. Nothing that screamed attention. Still, my pulse quickened every time I caught our reflection in the car window the man beside me looking impossibly composed, and me trying to look like I belonged in his world.
We were headed to one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city The Larchmont. I’d heard of it before, most
