Chapter Ten

As Ethan caught sight of Samantha across the bustling café, his heart skipped a beat. Her hair, once a familiar golden brown, now cascaded in soft waves of chestnut. The warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the café windows, casting a gentle glow around her as she moved gracefully through the tables.

She wore a simple, yet elegant dress that hugged her figure, accentuating every curve. Her eyes, a deep shade of hazel, betrayed a hint of nervousness as she navigated through the crowd, her steps quick and purposeful.

Ethan, usually composed and confident, felt a knot of anticipation and apprehension in his chest. He watched intently as Samantha approached a man in a dark blue suit, Moore James, exchanging pleasantries with a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Moore stood tall and composed, his suit immaculate against the rustic backdrop of the café. He greeted Samantha warmly, extending a hand in welcome. Their conversation, though brief, carried an undertone of professi