My eyes widened slowly as my brain immediately picked up on the aroma and the delectable plating. It looked like something straight out of a three star Michelin restaurant, which was exactly what The Continental was, but it somehow still looked better than the one I had seen in the restaurant.

"Oh my God," I finally blurted out as I left my seat, then went around to where Florian was standing.

He had a small proud smile, and he gently kept the lid on the work table, and he watched me through his thick lashes.

"You made this for me?" I asked, my hands still clasped on my mouth, my...