It was the perfect night, the kind you dream of after weeks of failed, disrupted attempts at romance.
With my brothers finally agreeing to abide by my rules of engagement—a list I drilled into them in our last, very intense meeting—I could finally enjoy a peaceful date with Ethan.
Just us, the city lights, and no brothers with random "protective" or "family bonding" excuses in sight.
We arrived at the exclusive rooftop restaurant, a hidden gem high above the streets, with views that could take your breath away.
It had just the right blend of cozy and elegant, with soft jazz floating in the background and fairy lights strung up like something out of a dream.
I couldn't help but relax, almost forgetting the usual three-person surveillance crew that was usually involved in my love life.
"Is it possible? A date with no interference?" I sighed, snuggling into my seat across from Ethan.
