Chapter One hundred

"Such beautiful girls," Camilla finally spoke, breaking through Edward's deep thoughts.

"Yeah," he said, clearing his throat and gesturing for her to take a seat.

"So, what do you want to eat?" he asked, and Camilla shrugged playfully.

"I don't know, I didn't plan on having dinner at a restaurant," she said with a grin, and Edward chuckled.

"Alright then, I guess I'll have to order for both of us," he said, signaling a waiter who approached the table with a friendly smile and confident stride.

"Bonsoir, mademoiselle et monsieur, (Good evening, miss and sir)" the young man greeted them, his charming Parisian accent adding an extra touch of elegance to his words, "My name is Pierre, how can I help you tonight?"

Edward, feeling a surge of confidence, responded in fluent French, surprising both Camilla and the waiter.

"Bonsoir, Pierre. Pour la charmante dame assise à la table et moi-même, je voudrais commencer par une Salade Niçoise. (Good evening, Pierre. For the lovely lady seated at th