From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 252

**Chapter 149: You’re Everything I Want**

The scene before me resembled a vision pulled straight from a fantastical dream. Soft, ambient lights emanated from within, casting a warm glow that danced across the glass walls and the polished marble columns. It was an oasis of tranquility—no bustling crowd, no lively chatter, no figures moving in and out. Not a single car was parked outside. Just an atmosphere steeped in quiet elegance, punctuated by the faint strains of music wafting from inside.

“Roman,” I whispered, carefully navigating my steps, “where is everyone?”

He turned to me, his lips curling into a secretive smile, one that hinted at a deeper understanding. “Home. Exactly where I wanted them to be.”

My heart skipped a beat. “You mean…”

“I emptied it out,” he replied, his tone calm and assured, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “Privacy felt more fitting tonight. Very necessary.”

A soft laugh escaped my lips, a mixture of awe and disbelief. “You did all this just for us?”

“Not for us,” he corrected gently. “For you.”

A warmth spread through my chest. Roman had a way of expressing his affection that was both grand and understated. There were moments when his love shouted from the rooftops—lavish, extravagant, impossible to overlook—but it was the quiet moments that truly captured me. The way he made me feel seen without needing to ask for permission to look, the way he offered affection without making me plead for it.

As we stepped inside, the restaurant enveloped us in a candlelit embrace, transforming the space into something almost magical. The flickering flames of a thousand tiny candles danced across the glass tables, casting shimmering golden shadows that played against the walls. The air was infused with a delicate blend of roses and vanilla, and somewhere in the background, a string orchestra was performing a slow, hauntingly beautiful melody.

He guided me to a table nestled in the center of the room, adorned with a pristine white tablecloth, sparkling crystal glasses, and a solitary yellow tulip standing proudly in a vase. My throat tightened at the sight. “This is beautiful.”

He gracefully pulled my chair out for me before settling into his own. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” I shook my head, a smile spreading across my face. “Roman, this is… it’s magical.”

The waiter made a brief appearance to pour the wine before vanishing again, leaving us in our own little world. I could hear the gentle strains of the violins, the soft crackle of the candle wicks, and Roman’s voice as he finally broke the comfortable silence.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he said, leaning back slightly, his gaze unwavering.

I fought against the blush creeping up my cheeks but lost the battle. “You already told me that.”

“I’ll keep saying it until it stops being true,” he replied with a playful smile.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I lifted the glass of wine to my lips. “You’re impossible.”

“Only for you.”

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