Daphne
Talk about a different flavor. Louis swept in like a prince charming…well, quite literally a king charming. Beautiful dress, flowers, jewelry, so suave and handsome. We hadn’t made it out the door, and I was already swooning for him. It wasn’t that his date was any better or any worse than Nash’s, it was just different. Just as the two men were so unique in so many ways.
And so much the same in others, in ways that I don’t think they had really yet come to realize.
We rode to the restaurant in a stretch limousine, which was a little ostentatious for my taste, but I suppose it was perfectly normal for him. As were the personal guards who were always there, discretely out of sight, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings in the public restaurant where Louis took me. The r
