LAUREN'S POV

We both sat across from each other at the long dining table, the gleam of polished silverware catching the soft golden lights above us. The restaurant was quiet, honestly. My fingers traced the rim of the wine glass in front of me as I looked around the place, trying to take it all in. The walls were draped in warm tones, gold and cream, with delicate chandeliers that looked like they belonged in a royal ballroom rather than a restaurant.

It felt… surreal.

Over the years, I’d ...