The lighting in the restaurant was low and warm. A honey gold lighting catching the rim of heavy crystal wine glasses and gilding every edge of the room. Conversation hummed around them, soft and indistinct, the clink of silverware gentle, the air perfumed with expensive scents, roasted garlic, and the faint earthy tang of red wine. Across the white linen tablecloth, Luke leaned forward, his crisp navy shirt unbuttoned at the collar, hair perfectly styled, watch catching the light as he reached out. He brushed a stray strand of hair from Sharon's cheek, his touch light, deliberate, and she leaned effortlessly into it, laughing at whatever he’d just said, eyes crinkling with practiced ease. She let him lift her hand to his mouth and kiss her knuckles slow, lingering, like he was savouring something rare. To anyone watching and people were watching, they were perfect... beautiful, wealthy, well matched, radiating comfort and mutual affection. But beneath the polished surface, beneath
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