–Laura–
I think they assumed Damon was Livana's boyfriend. But as soon as we sat down, the food was served. Chef Wally—who's been preparing Livana's meals ever since the salmon incident—had taken care of the dinner tonight. He placed a specific plate in front of her: four neatly portioned sections with a cross-shaped divider in the center.
"Thank you, Chef Wally," Livana said softly.
"Always a pleasure, Miss," he replied, bowing slightly.
"Just like you requested—four portions," Damon murmured beside her.
I caught my dad frowning. My grandparents looked genuinely startled, not just by Damon's attentiveness but the quiet intimacy between them.
Everyone knew Damon had always been obsessed with Livana. He'd once come here asking for her hand, but that ended in disaster. That was nearly ten years ago.
"So…" Dad began carefully, "what's this dinner really about?"
