Chapter 22

• [Amanda]
• I swallowed back the tears as I stared at the plate full of pasta. Did Dominic still remember that I did not like appetizers? Did he still remember that my favourite Italian dish was pasta in the red sauce?
• “Is...is the food not okay?” Dominic asked reluctantly, drawing my attention away from my thoughts. I blinked several times before looking up at him, “Uh...no”. When I saw his brows furrow, I forced a wide grin, “What I mean to say is this is exactly what I like. Is this dish their speciality?” I applauded myself for being able to keep my voice taut and steady. I hoped dearly that my face had been a careful facade of coolness. However, I noticed something flit across his eyes - an emotion, maybe disappointment? Who knows. I tamped down the feeling before my brain could minutely dissect it and overthink things that might not even possible now.