Chapter 55: Noah

The interior was designed to resemble a starry night, much like the famous painting by Vincent van Gogh. The ceiling was painted a deep blue, dotted with tiny lights that twinkled like stars. The walls were adorned with murals of swirling galaxies and distant planets, their colors vibrant and mesmerizing. 

The tables were set with crisp white tablecloths and silver cutlery, each one illuminated by a flickering candle. The entire place exuded an air of elegance and tranquility, the perfect setting for a special night.

Guided by a waiter, I escorted Madison through the bustling room, my hand lightly resting on the small of her back—a subtle but intentional gesture. The crowded space made it feel all the more necessary. As we wove between the tables, I couldn’t ignore the admiring glances she attracted.