Amara smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Good answer."
Before Elara could reply, Amara's phone buzzed. She pulled it out, squinting at the screen, and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, look at that," she murmured, showing Elara the message. "Seems like my parents had a little surprise planned after all."
Elara read the text from Helena: We booked you a private dinner at Le Rivage. Enjoy it! Thanks for putting up with us today. You deserve a break and maybe some wine. Love, Mom.
Elara let out a small laugh. "A private dinner? Just the two of us? They really know how to make up for the chaos, don't they?"
Amara chuckled, slipping her phone back into her pocket. "Let's not act too surprised. My parents live for grand gestures. This is their way of saying, 'Sorry for treating lunch like a circus. Here's a romantic evening to recover.'"
She reached for Elara's hand, giving her a lopsided smile. "Ready for an evening of luxury?"
