Ella's POV
The Crescent Temple is literally the temple of all restaurants in this country. People call ahead up to 1 year to try to get a reservation. It is insanely expensive and shockingly free-spirited; to call the interior stunning would almost be an insult, and of course, it is run by wolves. I could feel Ryan's eyes on me while I spent my time taking in the scenery around us; it felt like a lifetime since I was last here.
A whole other life indeed. The music was loud enough to keep conversations secret, dimmed enough to be able to have the conversation and make an order. Bodies moved around the entire premises like a wave of flesh, skin, and clothing. Moans, laughter, groans, and clinging of champagne glasses snuck in between the beats of music.
There was no sense of shyne
