Allison's POV.
I stepped out of my car and walked into the lively buzz of downtown.
Edward Blackwood’s insistence on a second date had caught me off guard, but curiosity and a bit of intrigue led me to agree.
The restaurant I was headed to was a sophisticated blend of modern and classic, its ambiance set just right for a conversation that I knew would be more than just small talk.
Edward was already waiting for me when I arrived, standing by the entrance with an easy, confident smile. He was dressed in a dark suit, his demeanor effortlessly suave. I had to admit, there was something disarmingly charming about him.
“Good evening, Allison,” he greeted, his voice smooth and inviting as he took my coat and handed it to the hostess. “I’m glad you could make it.”
“Evening, Edward,” I re
