Katherine lifted a tender sip of wine and placed the glass down with a satisfied smile. Across from her, Felix studied her expression with a quiet, triumphant pride.
"So… how is everything?" Felix asked in that low, warm baritone of his that always made her heart feel like it was softening in her chest. "Food up to your standards?"
Katherine scanned the plates around them—fontina-stuffed ravioli drizzled with truffle oil, sugar-spun asparagus, gilded scallops. The moonlight, filtered through the rose canopy, painted everything in silver and rose-gold hues. She inhaled deeply, remembering how she had once thought she hated caviar. Tonight, though… "It's beautiful, Felix," she said softly. "I... I can see why people go so crazy over this place. And the food—fantastic. Service? Way beyond five stars."
Felix chuckled. He leaned forward, placing his hand over hers for a heartbeat. "I'm glad I chose here."
