Chapter 208

Olivia POV

We spent an hour there, me examining every window while Alexander watched with amused patience. When we finally left, the afternoon sun was warm on our faces.

"Hungry?" Alexander asked.

"Starving. Where are we eating tonight?"

"There's this tiny bistro near our hotel. Nothing fancy, just really good French food."

"Sounds perfect."

Dinner was exactly what he'd promised: simple, classic French cuisine in a cozy space filled with locals rather than tourists. We shared escargot, duck confit, and a bottle of wine that Alexander insisted would change my life.

"Well?" he asked as I took my first sip.

"It's good," I admitted. "But life-changing might be overselling it."