Raymond’s pov

The waiter approached our table the moment we settled with a bottle of Château d’Yquem and also to take our order. Her face glinted with surprise as the waiter carefully poured her a glass.

“Omg, Levi, this is one of the most expensive wines in the world. It costs a fortune,” she said, and I smiled.

“The most expensive you mean?” I answered.

“Yeah, I had to order it directly from the factory just for you,” I added. She giggled and looked away shyly before turning back to me, her face loomed with sadness but for a little while until she started expressing herself. I could feel the...