Chapter 50

• The city glittered below like spilled stardust as Alexander pulled the sleek car to a stop beside the curb. “We’re here,” he said, glancing at Danielle, who had been quiet the entire ride, her fingers brushing over the soft fabric of her dress.
• Danielle lifted her gaze to the building ahead—a modest but elegantly lit restaurant nestled on a private rooftop. It wasn’t flashy, not the kind of place the media would hound. It was… intimate.
• “I thought we were going somewhere bigger,” she said, surprised.