He had a roguish glint in his eyes and a charming smile.
Isla Prescott blushed.
Shane Sterling took the opportunity to sit down, pulling his chair right up next to Isla Prescott.
They were so close their elbows were practically touching.
Isla Prescott's heart pounded. She glanced around the table, only to find that no one was paying them any mind. Everyone was absorbed in their own conversations.
The waiter began to serve the dishes.
Years ago, when she lived with the Lockwood Family, Isla Prescott had accompanied Mrs. Lockwood to a few high-end restaurants. But without exception, she had always found the food both incomprehensible and unsatisfying.
When the first course arrived, Isla Prescott had a feeling that today's meal would be another one she couldn't make heads or tails of.
On a large, vintage-style platter lay eight types of fresh, crisp ingredients. They were all arranged artfully, but it was hard to tell how you were supposed to eat them.
