_Alyssa's POV_
Logan kept his word. After his morning meeting, he met me by the front door, smiling like the perfect mate. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but when we pulled up to a fancy French restaurant, I was surprised.
"Le Château de Paris," the sign read in elegant cursive. I had heard of this place. It was known for its romantic atmosphere and exquisite dishes. Logan took my hand as we walked in, the act still playing, and we were seated at a small table in the corner by a large window overlooking the garden. The air inside was warm and smelled of butter, garlic, and freshly baked bread. The low hum of conversation around us only added to the ambiance.
Logan didn’t even look at the menu when the waiter came. “I’ll have the escargots de Bourgogne for starters, followed by the magre
