Karina:

The restaurant was the kind that screamed luxury—soft golden lighting, pristine white tablecloths, and the quiet murmur of conversations blending with the soft notes of a grand piano in the background. The moment we were seated, Michael barely glanced at the menu before placing our order. 

“Lobster, caviar, premium steak,” he listed effortlessly, handing the waiter the menu without hesitation. Then he turned to me with a knowing smile. “That’s everything you ...