Chapter 57

SARAH

The waitress came back, carrying a bottle of vintage port and two glasses. She set them down with a polite smile and asked, “Shall I pour for you?”

Marco shook his head. “No, we’ve got this. Thank you, though.”

The waitress gave a slight nod. “Very well. If you need anything else, just let me know.”

Marco turned his attention back to me with a playful glint in his eyes. “You ready for this?”

I nodded, feeling a mix of nerves and resolve. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He chuckled, picking up the bottle. “Alright then. Here goes.”

As he began to pour the wine, I glanced at the waitress, who was still hovering nearby. She seemed curious about our exchange, her eyes darting between us.

“Looks like you’ve got an audience,” I said to Marco, tilting my head towards the waitress.

Marco looked over and grinned. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”

The waitress smiled again, a bit more genuinely this time. “Enjoy your evening,” she said, finally turning to leave.

Marco poured the rich, dark wine into