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Tense Dinner

مؤلف: Nessa
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-05 16:26:14

Rachel POV

We finally arrived at the restaurant Marcus had reserved.

A valet took Marcus's keys as the three of us walked through the glass doors.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting warm light across the polished marble floors. Soft piano music played in the background, mixing with the quiet sound of conversation and clinking silverware.

I glanced at Dad. His eyes widened as he took it all in, his hands clasped nervously.

"Your brother really went all out," he whispered to me in
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