Jojo’s P.O.V.
The second we stepped inside the restaurant, I knew exactly what was going on. Raven might’ve thought this was just a normal dinner date, but I could feel the conspiracy in the air. The kind of conspiracy that could only be orchestrated by one very small, very sneaky five-year-old.
And I was here for it.
The restaurant was gorgeous—warm, dim lighting, flickering candles on every table, soft music playing in the background. The kind of place where people probably proposed over fancy steak dinners. That this restaurant was owned by Raven’s brother, Koda, was just an extra plus. And standing at the hostess stand, watching us with way too much amusement, was Eluna Miller. Raven’s sister.
And judging by the look on her face, she definitely knew something we didn’t.
“Well, wel
