Chapter 45

• Darius :-)
• I pulled up in front of The Garden Terrace, the restaurant’s name elegantly glowing in golden letters above the entrance. The valet stepped forward, and I handed him the keys with a nod before rounding the car to open the door for Cyrus.
• As he stepped out, his eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight before him. The restaurant’s exterior was stunning—soft lanterns lined the pathway, casting a warm, inviting glow. The faint sound of a violin playing inside drifted through the open doors, adding to the sophisticated ambiance.