Miranda smoothed the fabric of her navy dress, acutely aware of Nolan's mother studying her from across the elegant restaurant table. The quiet luxury of the venue made her nervous—any stray photographer could capture them together before they were ready to announce their relationship publicly.
Ben stood vigilantly nearby, his experienced gaze sweeping across the dining room with practiced nonchalance. Other patrons paid him no attention, but Miranda noticed how his eyes lingered analytically on each newcomer.
"Have you decided on wedding colors yet, dear?" Ophelia leaned forward eagerly, her eyes bright with excitement. She'd already expressed multiple times how thrilled she was about their swift engagement.
Miranda glanced at Nolan, who was engaged in what appeared to be a serious business discussion with his father. "We're keeping everything simple—small ceremony. Nolan's handling most of the details. I just need to find the right dress."
