Chapter 13 Thirteen

• 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 used to love, right?”