~~BELLA'S POV~~
The table before me sprawled with a lavish feast, a symphony of colors and aromas that should have stirred delight. A cornucopia of dishes adorned the table, each a culinary masterpiece—a canvas of flavors meticulously crafted to please the palate. A feast fit for royalty, they said. Yet, my gaze lingered on the spread with indifference, for my attention was stolen by the man seated across from me.
His every word, a decree; his every command, an unchallenged law. The restaurant staff moved with orchestrated precision, as if he held the strings to their every action. Obedience flowed effortlessly from their motions, as if he were the sole proprietor of this gastronomic haven. Their deference, a testament to a power dynamic that irked me.
