Nan’s POV
Lionel’s generosity and thoughtfulness never ceased to awe me.
My blush had only faded a little once we arrived at the restaurant. Not just any restaurant. One of the best in the city.
My frugal side cringes away at the sight of the place. It was the sort of place I could never have even breathed near just a few months ago. ‘Lionel never fails to remind me of his wealth and status, even when he is not trying to,’ My thoughts are bemused.
My estimate of the place proves to be accurate as Lionel and I are seated. Lionel must sense my skittishness, because he has us seated in a private spot. Right away I am more at ease.
The waitress is dressed in classy, but simply attire. Her eyes flicker in interest at the sight of Lionel. Jealousy is sour on my tongue.
But I am pleasa
