Chapter 74 The Date

• The door closed behind them with a soft thud, and the city’s noise fell away. Inside, the leather seats gleamed under dim ambient lights. A chilled bottle of champagne rested in a silver bucket between crystal flutes.
• Nina settled into the seat, still holding the roses, her gaze wandering to the glowing skyline outside as the limo pulled into the stream of traffic. “So, this is really real,” she whispered.
• Darren leaned back comfortably, watching her more than the city with a faint smile. “It’s real,” he said quietly, his voice carrying that steady certainty she had come to rely on.