Work had been a whirlwind today, but my mind was focused on the evening ahead. I wanted to create a perfect night for Elena, a romantic escape that would help us both forget the recent turmoil, if only for a few hours.
As I sat at my desk, papers and reports strewn about, I could only think of her. The way her eyes lit up when she was happy, the softness of her smile, and how much I wanted to see that smile more often.
I had reserved the entirety of La Belle Époque, one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. It was a place known for its opulent décor, exceptional cuisine, and impeccable service. Tonight, it would be ours alone.
The thought of having the restaurant just for us, of not having to share Elena with anyone else, made my heart swell with anticipation.
