Almost

ELLA POV:

After that little under-the-table fiasco, we managed to return to some semblance of normal—well, not that normal. I could tell Jason wanted to ask about what had just happened, but to his credit, he didn't push. Maybe he was just saving it for later, but for now, he let it go.

We resumed our dinner, and I had to admit, it had been a long time since I'd tasted anything this divine. Or, you know, rich. Guess that's what happens when you run away from your father's so-called "perfect life"—you trade gourmet meals for instant noodles.

Jason was still annoyingly smug about picking the right dish for me, but he didn't gloat too much. If anything, he seemed genuinely pleased that I was enjoying myself.

After dinner, he mentioned wanting to take me to the movies, but before I could say anything, he hesitated, giving me a once-over.