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59. Terrified

Author: Meminger
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-27 18:10:26

Bethany POV

The soft, golden glow of the chandelier cast a romantic ambiance over the luxurious dining room, its light dancing off the crystal stemware and the polished mahogany table. A gentle piano melody drifted through the air, mingling with the clink of fine china and the murmur of hushed conversations, but nothing in Josh’s posture reflected the mood.

He sat across from me, physically close yet emotionally a world away, his broad shoulders slumped slightly, his eyes fixed on his plate as if it held the secrets of the universe. The waiter had just set our plates down—mine a tender filet mignon with truffle sauce, he's a seared salmon with lemon herb butter—but the exquisite aroma did little to ease the chill between us.

“This restaurant is beautiful, isn’t it?” I ventured, forcing a smile as I cut into my steak, my voice bright with an effort I hoped he wouldn’t notice. “The decor is so elegant and minimalist—very chic.”

He nodded, not lifting his head. “Uh-huh. It’s fine.”

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