"Emma ..." Damien Sterling wore an evil grin on his face. She was being so cheeky; just wait until later to see how he would deal with her.
Damien Sterling's mischievous glance didn't reach Emma Hart. Her hands, still holding her utensils, were suspended in the air as she laughed heartily, immersed in the joyous atmosphere.
The restaurant was quite spacious, with the waitstaff standing by the entrance.
"Bang!" Damien Sterling snapped his fingers. The waitstaff formed a long line, pushing a cart carrying a seven-layer cake surrounded by rose garlands. Each server held a single rose.
As romantic piano music played, Damien Sterling took a large bouquet of red roses from the middle tier of the cake cart and walked up to Emma Hart.
