Evelyn's POV

The first course arrived with elegance that almost didn’t feel real.

The waiter set down a platter that looked more like art than food—delicate slices of foie gras arranged like petals, each brushed with a golden glaze. Beside it sat a tiny porcelain dish of caviar, the pearls glistening under the warm light as if they’d been kissed by stars.

I must have looked ridiculous, because Dominic’s lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh.

“This is… a lot,” I ...