Chapter 25: Date

Elena Vázquez

We arrived at a restaurant, a fancy and elegant restaurant that reeked of wealth.

“You know, I would've been fine with McDonald's or something,” I muttered, staring at the beautiful place while Vittorio reversed into parking.

“McDonald's? With the way you're dressed? Now even I know you don't mean that.” He laughed and I couldn't help but laugh too, staring at him. This might just be