Monica POV:

When I came out of the meeting room, it was almost time for dinner. Martin took me to the dining room.

The dining room was completely different from the one when I first came. It was dark. There was a candlestick on the table with three delicate candles. The whole dining room looked beautiful.

I asked foolishly, “Is the power cut?”

Martin looked at me helplessly, “Moni, I really hope you can understand my romantic behavior one day. This is a candlelight dinner for our wedding.”

The table under the candlelight was filled with delicious food. The steak was heart-shaped.

That was too much.

“Come on, sit down....