Chapter 51
- Claire’s POV
- The restaurant was softly lit, intimate, elegant, just as I remembered it. Ivan had chosen it for the ambiance — or maybe because he knew I liked the way the candles flickered on the wine glasses here. Either way, it was a nice escape.
- He was already seated when I arrived. Crisp navy blazer, no tie, his hair slicked back just the way he always wore it. When he saw me, he stood up quickly.