The soft golden light of the restaurant "Le Fleur" danced over the table, reflecting in the brilliant crystal of our glasses. The ambiance was exquisite, each detail carefully designed to evoke an atmosphere of romance and sophistication. Damian had chosen this place for our date, and I couldn't help but feel like a princess trapped in a fairy tale. However, beneath the surface of my apparent calm, a current of emotions stirred, as if I sensed that something was about to shatter the perfection of that night.
My dress, a champagne-colored silk design that I had found after hours of searching, flowed smoothly over my body. It made me feel beautiful, confident, different. Damian couldn't stop looking at me with those dark eyes that seemed to read my soul, and his constant compliments made my cheeks flush with a blush I couldn't control. It was as if I were floating, lost in the warmth of his presence.
