AUTHOR’S POV

Tessa didn’t want to be there.

At the damn restaurant even though it was silent with minimal designs, dressed in soft candlelight and gold, with empty chairs and untouched tables that made it feel more like a theatre than a place to eat.

It did not appeal to Tessa, all she wanted to do was get some sleep and maybe wake up later at night to help Camila with the pitch like she had planned in her head.

Tessa looked around in disbelief. The place was completely empty—except for her and Pedro.

Pedro sat across from her, wearing a smug look, his fingers drumming lightly on the table....