When the car pulled up in front of the restaurant, Adrien looked over at me, eyes unreadable.
"You ready?" he asked.
I nodded, even though my pulse was suddenly in my throat.
He got out first.
Then opened my door like it was second nature—not forced chivalry, but quiet instinct. He..held out his hand
Like a gentleman. Like we were about to walk into a royal gala or something.
I stared at it for a second too long before placing my hand in his.
His grip was firm, warm, grounding. I got out, heels hitting the pavement softly, and just like that… we were walking hand in hand.
we entered the restaurant.
As a couple.
Fake couple but still.
The inside was stunning. Marble floors, chandeliers that looked like they belonged in a castle, fresh orchids in silver vases.
And not a single customer in sight.
