Third Person POV
Jasper's black car pulled smoothly into the entrance of La Maison, a quiet restaurant tucked away from the noise of the main streets. The kind of place where the world couldn't easily intrude.
Belle stepped out first, her heels clicking softly on the pavement, her dress simple yet elegant. She didn't want to make tonight about appearances; she wanted it to feel effortless. Jasper followed, straightening his jacket, his hand brushing lightly against hers as if to reassure them both that they were still here, together, despite everything.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice carrying a gentleness he rarely showed anyone else.
She smiled faintly. "More than ready."
Inside, the restaurant was warm, lit by candles at each table. Soft music floated in the background, and the air carried the inviting aroma of herbs and freshly baked bread. A waiter led them to a quiet corner booth, away from curious eyes. Jasper had requested privacy, and as always, he had gotten it.
