Nella's Point of View
I don't trust Christella fully, not yet. It was just yesterday that she was trying to marry Reylin. He shared with me that their fathers had signed a contract for their marriage that included their deaths and that he was working with her to find a way out of the contract. I'm willing to get to know her and see what she is all about but trust doesn't come easy for me.
The host at the front of the restaurant seats us. It's a high-class dining establishment with dark red chairs and tables, tiny lights, and a soft, romantic ambiance. Nothing like this place has ever been in my budget. The table is affixed to the wall, a booth on one side and chairs on the other. Reylin gestures for me to sit in the booth and slides in next to me. My hands are all sweaty, and I wipe th
