61~Velma’s POVI stepped out of the house, and my eyes immediately caught the sleek black limousine waiting, the driver standing stiffly by its side. He gave a small bow, and I could tell he had been trained to look formal yet unobtrusive. “Mr. Theron asked me to bring you, Ma’am,” he said politely. I smiled, thanking him softly, and slid into the back seat.The ride was quiet but thrilling. My mind raced, imagining what Theron might have planned, my heart fluttering with excitement. The streets blurred past, but I barely noticed, my hands clutching the small bag I had brought, the heels clicking lightly against the floor of the car. After about an hour, the car slowed, and I realized we had arrived. The driver opened the door for me, and I stepped out carefully, feeling the soft evening breeze against my skin.“Thank you,” I said, giving him a polite nod before turning toward the restaurant. As I pushed the door open, my eyes widened. The place was completely transformed. Soft light
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