Leia stepped out of the car, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a hint of curiosity. The restaurant before her was nestled in a secluded area, exuding quiet luxury. It stood elegantly amidst the rolling hills and dense forest.
Just as she stepped forward, she flinched at the sudden touch on her waist. Lucien's hand had found its place there. Startled, Leia turned her head toward him. A cool breeze swept past, lifting a few strands of her hair into her face. She calmly tucked them behind her ear.
"You should move your hand," she said. "It doesn't belong there."
Lucien leaned closer. "Why? We're supposed to be here as a couple."
Leia blinked, completely stunned. "What did you just say?" Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Before she could demand clarification, the chauffeur approached. Lucien handed him the keys, then took Leia by the hand, ignoring her resistance, and guided her inside.
