Chapter 87 A Candlelight Dinner Date

• The evening air was crisp as Stephen and Anna stepped out of the car in front of the five-star restaurant. The gentle breeze rustled Anna's red gown, making her hair dance around her shoulders. Stephen looked at her, his eyes softening with admiration. "You look stunning," he said, his voice a mere whisper.
• Anna's cheeks flushed a faint pink, and she smiled shyly. "Thank you, Stephen. You clean up pretty well yourself."
• He chuckled, offering his arm for her to take. "Shall we?"