CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE

ELLA'S POV

I finished the last bite of my decadent crêpes, savoring the rich flavors on my tongue. Trent had insisted on taking me to a fancy french restaurant. As I set down my spoon, I felt the recent emotions weighing down on me.

Trent returned from the front, sliding into the chair across from me. "All taken care of."

As I swallowed the final morsel, I set down my fork and dabbed at the corners of my mouth with my napkin. "That was delicious, Trent. Thank you for bringing me here, but I really should be getting home now."

But before I could stand, Trent placed a hand on my arm, halting me. "Not so fast, We've got a few places to go first."

I raised my brow. "Other places? Trent, we just wanted to grab a bite to eat, isn't that what you said?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, well, I changed my mind. I just want to make sure you leave here with a smile on that pretty face of yours."

I felt my cheeks warm at his words, annoyed at how easily he could still get under my skin. "And why, pray tell,