Dinner is at eight.
Small restaurant. Quiet corner. No cameras, no Victor,
no schedule. Just us, exactly like we said.
I change three times before settling on the green dress,
which is either a sign that I care too much or a sign
that tonight matters, and both of those things are
true so I stop overthinking and leave.
Adrian is already there when I arrive.
Of course he is. Adrian Knight has never been late for
anything in his life. He’s probably been early since
birth.
He stands when he sees me. That’s new. Or maybe it
isn’t new, maybe he’s always done it and I’ve only
just started noticing everything.
“You look beautiful,” he says.
Not nice. Not good. Beautiful.
I sit down before my face does something I’ll regret.
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Dinner is everything it should be.
We talk the wa
