A Seat at the Table

Delphinia adjusted the strap of her handbag as she stepped into the elegant restaurant. The air smelled of freshly baked bread and a medley of herbs, the kind of place that exuded refinement without trying too hard. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden tables and neatly folded napkins.

She had made sure to arrive on time, just as she had promised Cedric. She had planned everything carefully—choosing an outfit that was elegant but not too flashy, arriving with enough time to settle in before he arrived. Still, despite her preparation, the familiar flutter of nerves settled in her stomach.

Her eyes swept over the dining area until they landed on Cedric. He was already seated, one arm resting casually on the table while the other held a glass of water. Spotting her, he lifted a hand in greeting, a small smile curving his lips.