Riven and Liana made it to the restaurant, they got in, settled down, and without an issue, they placed their order.
While they ate, Riven looked up at her, he stretched his hands across the table. She spotted it and immediately stretched out her hand, holding his hands lightly.
Her face brightened up, and he, on the other hand, looked away.
'Take deep breaths, Riven. Take deep breaths, you have initiated it, so go with it, calmly, calmly,' he said to himself, forcing himself to calm down.
He looked up at her, "Liana," he called her name.
"Hmm?" She looked up, a piece of meat on her fork.
"I wanted to ask, what's your goal?" he asked. It was straight to the point.
She paused when she heard the question, then dropped the fork back on the plate.
"My goal," she said. She picked up a napkin, wiped the edges of her mouth, showing her elegance.
"To prove myself," she said, then looked at him. "I don't expect you to understand this, but the Duke house is not as free as it seems.
