Chapter 32

Emily POV

When we arrive downstairs, the lights are turned down to a warm glow. The dining room table is set for three.

I hear music playing, but it’s not coming from the speakers—it’s a violinist standing next to the baby grand piano, playing Brahms’s Violin Sonata No.3. Liam looks like he’s on cloud nine as he runs over to her and watches in silent astonishment.

In the kitchen, a chef is preparing the first course, and my empty belly instantly responds with gurgling sounds. Even over the sound of the violin, Liam hears it and starts giggling.

Jacob calls us over to the dinner table, and the chef brings over the first dish. I have no idea what it is, but it smells divine.

In his thick French accent, he introduces the first course. “Thiiisss hereee is da salmon trout tartare with a dash of red wine vinaigrette. Pleaseeee enjoy,” and back to the kitchen he goes.

The minute the chef turns his back, Liam pulls up his nose. “I don’t think I’ll be eating this,” he moans.

Jacob, ever