Serena’s POV

The limousine pulled to a stop outside a restaurant so grand it looked like it belonged in a movie.

Its façade gleamed with gold accents, chandeliers visible through the windows, their light spilling onto the cobblestone street.

My heart pounded as I clutched the black purse, the red dress clinging to my curves, the diamond necklace cold against my throat. The driver, a short man in a crisp suit, opened my door and nodded towards the restaurant. “Miss Voss, go inside. ...