AMELIA POV

The restaurant is exactly as I remember.

Soft lighting. White tablecloths. The quiet murmur of wealth and good taste. La Bella Vista—where Daniel took me on our first date four years ago.

I stand outside for a moment. My reflection stares back from the glass doors. Golden dress. Hair loose. Lipstick I applied three times before getting it right.

"You look beautiful."

I turn. Daniel is behind me, hands in his pockets. A well-fitted suit jacket paired with matching trousers, no tie, ...