Ethan Laurent's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't ask further.
"Let's go inside!" He walked ahead of her, entering the restaurant first.
Summer Ford followed behind, and after entering, she walked straight toward him.
Ethan Laurent leisurely stared at her, watching as she sat down, and suddenly clapped his hands.
The surrounding lights went out at his command, replaced by warm candlelight in every corner of the restaurant.
In the soft glow, a person dressed as a server pushed a large cart of roses over to their table.
Ethan Laurent rarely gifted Summer Ford roses, this was one of the few times.
Summer Ford stared at the cart full of roses, her gaze momentarily lost.
The server continued to approach, stopping beside Summer Ford, bowing slightly to her, "Miss, these are for you! Prepared specially for you!"
The roses Ethan Laurent sent were a creamy pink, unusually beautiful pink that seemed washed over by milk.
