Chapter 117

Effie took a seat and was caught off guard by the scene before her: the table was set with two sets of gleaming silverware and pristine plates, flanked by a pair of crystal wine glasses and a bottle of Bordeaux from 1982.

She blinked in surprise. Lyman had never struck her as the thoughtful, detail-

oriented type.

She'd assumed they were just going out for a casual dinner-nothing more.

But clearly, Lyman had planned something special.

After a minute, Lyman, as if performing a magic trick, produced a huge bouquet of red roses from a side table.

He walked over and said, "These are for you. Do you like them?"

Effie's eyes widened in astonishment. She accepted the flowers, her heart

pounding with excitement she barely contained.

Was this the first time he'd ever given her flowers?

She buried her face in the bouquet, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent.

said softly, a shy smile tugging at her

polished obsidian, mysterious and magnetic-one

at the corner of Lyman's mouth.

the waiter arrived with two perfectly cooked

steak-charred on the outside, tender and pink

off a small piece with practiced grace, then brought it to

a hint of smoky flavor that lingered deliciously on her

smile playing on her lips. "How is it?" he asked quietly. Effie nodded, her eyes shining

glass, and swirled the crimson liquid. He raised his

her own glass, clinking it gently against his. The crystal rang

velvety, laced with

figure out why Lyman was acting so out

the romantic

her drifting off in thought, Lyman asked, "What's on

did you

married," Lyman replied. "Every couple deserves a little

She couldn't help but ask, almost timidly,

this dinner just a way to

his eyes. So she

matter-of-fact as he explained, "That's

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