#Chapter 56: A Big Ego

Ava That night, Chris took me on what was perhaps one of the best dates I had ever been on. First, we went to one of the finest restaurants in the city. Chandeliers dripping with crystals hung from the vaulted ceilings, casting the entire establishment in a warm, golden, intimate sort of glow. Waiters in crisp black and white suits glided back and forth across the floor, carrying silver trays of expensive food and wine. “Wow,” I breathed, trying to maintain a calm outward appearance as we stepped into the room—for the sake of not looking like a total rube and further perpetuating the stereotype of werewolves who had never seen the finer things in life before. Chris chuckled beside me and looped his arm around my waist. “Like it?” I nodded. “It seems so… expensive.” “It is.” As we were led to our table, I couldn’t seem to keep myself from gawking at the extravagance of it all. Lush floral arrangements adorned every available surface, their heady perfume overwhelming