Camilla's POV
The elegant dining room stretched before us, its polished marble floors reflecting the warm glow of crystal chandeliers overhead. Gerald and I occupied opposite sides of an expansive mahogany table, the silence between us filled only by the gentle clink of fine china and silverware. I found myself studying the opulent surroundings with a mixture of appreciation and bewilderment.
Everything about this place screamed luxury. Rich burgundy drapes framed floor-to-ceiling windows, while gold-leafed accents adorned every surface. The ambiance was undeniably romantic, designed for intimate conversations and special occasions. Yet something felt oddly disconnected about the entire experience.
