Chapter 92

Lucian's POV

As the dinner date commenced, the atmosphere felt tense, as if the weight of our recent struggles hung in the air. Calla's presence, while captivating, carried an unpredictable energy that left me slightly uneasy. Her expressions were a tapestry of emotions, making it challenging to decipher her true feelings.

As we sat across from each other at the table, the flickering candlelight cast soft shadows on Calla's face, accentuating the lines of worry etched upon her brow. Her eyes, usually filled with warmth and tenderness, now held a glimmer of hesitation. I could sense her guardedness, as if she was uncertain about allowing herself to fully open up to me again.

The uneasy vibe she emanated was palpable, causing a knot to form in my stomach. I yearned to bridge the gap that had formed between us, to erase the traces of pain and doubt that had marred our connection. But I knew that it would take time and effort to rebuild what was broken.

I reached out to take Calla's hand