The soft glow of chandeliers cast dancing shadows across the elegant interior of Le Petit Jardin as Edwin stepped through its ornate doors. His heart raced, each beat a painful reminder of what he stood to lose. After days of desperate attempts to reach Laura - countless unanswered calls and a fruitless visit to her home where she refused to see him - he was shocked when she finally agreed to meet. He had assured Kimberly he would be fine alone, but now, surrounded by the quiet murmur of other diners and the gentle notes of a piano sonata, he felt anything but fine.
As the maître d' led him to their table, Edwin's mind drifted to happier times, clinging to the hope that Laura might remember too. He thought back to that magical night in this very restaurant, where he had proposed. The soft
