The restaurant sparkled beneath the glow of crystal chandeliers. Soft classical music drifted through the air, creating a romantic atmosphere designed for lovers. At a corner table with a sweeping view of the glittering city, Leviana sat gracefully, twirling a strand of her hair.

She wore a stunning red dress, her lips painted with a faint, alluring shade of lipstick. When Devandra arrived, she immediately stood to greet him with a warm, rehearsed smile.

“Adrian…” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. “You really came. I was afraid you’d turn down my invitation.”

Devandra pulled out a chair and sat, his expression weary. “I don’t usually dine in places like...