CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

Alexia’s POV

“This is absolutely stunning. I can’t believe we’re dining in a place like this. It feels like something out of a dream.” I said admiring the surroundings.

We are sitting across from each other at the table. The orchestra plays a soft waltz, adding a touch of magic to the atmosphere. A surreptitious look around the garden shows that apart from the staff meandering around, we seem to be the only people currently occupying the garden. I don't know if that is just a coincidence, or if Ethan has something to do with it.

Less than five minutes after we sat, a waitress approached our table with a menu and a pen ready to take our orders.

“Good sir and ma! Welcome to Blue House resort, we are glad to have you here. I am Mira and I am your waitress tonight” she said.

“Thank you Mira,” I said. Instead of turning to acknowledge my comments, she totally ignores me as she focuses her gaze on Ethan. Only a blind man would miss the look of blatant admiration she was giving Ethan. I giv