Chapter 50: La Lune d’Or

Chapter 50: La Lune d’Or

As apology for ditching the conference—and that teasing tickle ambush—Hellen whisked Emily to La Lune d’Or , the city’s whisper-only restaurant famed for velvet ropes and impossible reservations; Hellen had locked theirs three weeks prior, pulling strings from supplier dinners and old favours.

Evening draped the sleek black SUV in twilight indigo as they cruised coastal highway, moon swelling fat and silver above crashing waves, city lights twinkling distant like scattered pearls.

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