Alexander pulled out a cushioned chair for Evelyn with a grace that Michael rarely afforded her. "Thank you," she whispered, taking her seat at the marble-stone table.
A tea hostess approached with a sweet smile, placing the menu between them. "What would you like to drink today, distinguished guests?"
Alexander gestured for Evelyn to choose. She scanned the list, noting the rare vintages.
She pointed to the premium grade. The price being 1,288 Euros per serving made Evelyn's chest tighten slightly, but she kept her expression neutral.
As the hostess skillfully poured the fragrant amber liquid, Evelyn found herself relaxing. The aroma was intoxicating, clearing the mental fog of a long day of boardroom battles.
"How is it?" Alexander asked, his eyes radiating a tenderness that Evelyn found disarming.
She took a slow sip, the tea sliding down her throat with a lingering sweetness. "It's wonderful," she admitted. "A rare pleasure."
