By the time Cassie arrived at the venue Nathaniel had chosen, he was already waiting.
He stood near the entrance, tall and composed, dressed in a tailored luxury suit that softened the sharpness usually associated with him.
Tonight, he looked less like a surgeon accustomed to blood and pressure and more like a corporate magnate, controlled, polished. The ambient lighting caught the fine lines of his jacket and the quiet confidence in his posture.
Before the valet could reach the car, Nathaniel stepped forward himself. He opened Cassie's door, offering his hand as she stepped out. The valet paused, slightly surprised, before taking the car and driving off to park it.
"You look beautiful," Nathaniel said, his voice low and sincere.
Cassie smiled as she placed her hand in his
