Chapter Twenty-three

Around 8 p.m., Scott and Lydia stepped out of a sleek, rented car, the cool night air brushing against them. Lydia wore a stunning dark red bodycon gown—borderline wine in color—that hugged her curves gracefully, paired with elegant black heels that added to her height and poise. Scott, ever dashing, walked beside her in a tailored suit that turned more than a few heads.

As the couple entered the upscale restaurant, murmurs swept through the room. Guests turned to admire them, whispering about how perfect and striking they looked together. A waiter promptly approached with a warm smile.

“Mr. and Mrs. Davidson, welcome. Your table is ready—please follow me.”

They acknowledged him politely and began following the waiter through the softly lit restaurant, ambient music playing in the background.

Just as they were nearing their table, a deep, familiar voice called out, “Lydia? Is that you?”