JESSICA’S POV
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Walking into a fancy restaurant, the shimmering lights fall on my dress. There are various tables with couples and even families. Even the children are well dressed in pretty dresses and little boys in suits.
The entire room is gloomy, lit by candles and soft light and it all seems so elegantly perfect.
Nathaniel’s hand rests on the small of my back as we are seated at a comfortable little table that has a small bouquet of roses in the middle, two candles on each side.
“This is so cute.” I smile as we sit down.
“It’s a very great restaurant, it should be elegant, not cute.” He gives the waiter a glance and the poor fella just goes pale with fear.
“It’s perfect, not too extravagant.” I try to fix the building tension and the waiter smiles as he hands us our menu’s and
