CYNTHIA's P O V

I took a few moments to look around the traditional restaurant that Julian and I had just entered. The space had low lighting and exuded opulence thanks to the emerald green walls, tan leather banquettes, and equestrian-themed artwork that adorned the walls.

I observed a number of men and women dressed formally eating their lunch. Because of this, I felt even more out of place, which was compounded by the fact that Julian was also dressed formally for work in his business suit.

I couldn't help but glance down at my outfit, and the embarrassment I felt was overwhelming. On the other hand, I hardly have...