Amelia dried her hands and straightened her dress, taking a final deep breath before stepping out. As she made her way back to the table, she scanned the bar, looking for any sign that the waiter had acted on her request.
Her nerves were taut, and she clung to the hope that she wouldn’t have to face Jonathan alone for much longer. Returning to the table, she forced a smile, sitting down as if nothing had happened. Jonathan watched her closely, his expression inscrutable.