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OLIVIA'S POV

We pulled up in front of this Fancy restaurant, valet service, with a long line of luxury cars parked in front. I hadn't been to one of those in ages, and for one fast second, I wondered whether I overdressed or underdressed. Smoothing the fabric of my dress once more, I watched as Kellan stepped from the car and came around to open the door for me.

He nods and extends an offering hand. "Ready?" he asks.

I hesitate half a second too long before I take it, let him pull me from the car. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Inside was just as breathtaking: soft lighting, everything in a warm glow. Tables were set so that each table would be in privacy and the soft hum of conversations moved through the air. A waiter gestured us to a table by the window, and I couldn't help but be very aware of Kellan's hand on the small of my back as he guided me toward it.

"Thanks," I whispered, as he pulled the chair out for me.