(Aurora's POV)
We returned to the private room of the Michelin-starred restaurant. Phineas pulled out my chair before taking his own seat. He handed me the menu.
"Order whatever you like," he said.
I opened the heavy leather folio. It was a ladies' menu. There were no prices listed next to the dishes.
My stomach tightened. I did a quick mental calculation based on the reputation of this place. The final bill would likely be astronomical.
I took a breath. I had offered to pay, so I had to commit.
"I'll have the Filet Mignon and the Truffle Risotto," I told the waiter, keeping my voice steady.
Phineas glanced at the waiter. "Add the Escargots for an appetizer and the Chocolate Soufflé for dessert. And a bottle of sparkling water."
The waiter offered a perfect, practiced smile and ret
