Leonardo smiled warmly, his eyes locked onto Roselyn's, as they sat amidst the opulent decor of the luxury restaurant, surrounded by the soft glow of candles and the gentle hum of refined conversation. "You look absolutely stunning, Roselyn," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Roselyn fidgeted in her seat, her discomfort evident in the way her hands twisted together in her lap. "Thank you, Leonardo," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Leonardo's gaze lingered on her, his admiration genuine and unwavering. "I must say, I'm thoroughly thrilled that you accepted my invitation," he continued. "I've been eager to spend time with you, to get to know you better, to understand what makes you tick."
Roselyn's eyes dropped, guilt washing over her like a wave. She couldn't bear the thought of misleading Leonardo and leading him on when her heart belonged to someone else. How could she tell him she'd made a mistake?