Secrets and Sparks
Sam's Pov
The restaurant was bathed in a soft golden glow, the kind that made everything and everyone look better than they felt. I'd chosen this place carefully, not too extravagant, but private enough to avoid prying eyes. Bella deserved a moment of peace, and I was determined to give her that, even if it was fleeting.
When she walked in, dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her figure perfectly, the room seemed to pause for a moment. My breath caught, but I masked it with a casual smile as I stood to greet her.
"You're late," I teased, pulling her chair out for her.
She rolled her eyes, her lips curving into a small smile. "Fashionably late, Sam. There's a difference."
As she sat down, I couldn't help but notice the way her hair shimmered under the dim light. It was a reminder of how she effortlessly carried herself, even with the weight of the world on her shoulders.