"I can walk on my own, you know," she muttered as her hand slipped from his as she looked down at her hand, still feeling warmth of his hand that she want to feel it again.
Lucan chuckled softly as Julia withdrew her hand, her flustered expression not lost on him. "Of course, you can. But it's always polite to offer."
Julia shot him a half-hearted glare but didn't respond, clearly too distracted by the sight of the grand restaurant in front of them. It was much more extravagant than either of them was used to. The towering columns at the entrance were adorned with intricate carvings, and the soft glow of golden lanterns illuminated the polished stone path leading up to the door. Inside, they could already see elegantly dressed nobles mingling, their laughter and chatter a low hum in the night air.
