Wanda
When we entered the restaurant, it looked just as charming from the inside as it did from the outside. There were individual tables scattered around the small room and a long bar surrounded by a dim light. Next to the bar was a large cake counter and every cake looked delicious.
“Good evening Mr. Gideon. Your table is ready for you,” said a waiter in a linen shirt and long curly hair in a bun.
Gideon took my hand in his and together we followed the waiter through the restaurant, out into a backyard.
When we stepped outside, my breath was taken away.
The backyard was about the same size as the restaurant and was lit up by fairy lights. There were plants and flowers everywhere and all the tables and chairs were made of light-colored wood.
“Wow.” I breathed. Everything looked like
