Summer Ford saw the table arrangement and immediately thought of Ethan Laurent.
When Ethan and she dined together, often the table was designed like this.
The restaurant lit many candles, on the dining table and in every corner, surrounding the entire dining area in a circle.
Summer stood in the center of the restaurant, quietly gazing around the room, her eyes stiffly turning to Ethan who followed behind.
Ethan didn't explain, he stepped past her and pulled out a chair for her, "Come over."
Summer snapped back to reality and casually walked over to sit down.
Ethan called over a Gallian waiter, elegantly ordering a series of dishes in French, while Summer quietly stared at the hyacinths on the table.
He had prepared purple hyacinths, exceptionally beautiful and rare in a light purple hue.
As Summer gazed at those flowers, she just thought they were beautiful; at that time, she didn't know that the flower language of purple hyacinths was "I'm sorry."
