CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT – THE DOUBLE DATE

The car ride to the restaurant was a whirlwind of nervous laughter and playful banter. Sam, ever the charmer, slipped effortlessly into the role of Scarlett's devoted date. He regaled her with stories from his new job, peppered with witty comments and teasing questions that kept a smile glued to her face. As they pulled up to the restaurant, a luxurious Italian establishment with a gleaming facade, Scarlett couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She was using Sam, relying on his friendship to further her own agenda. "Wow," Sam breathed, stepping out of the car and gazing up at the restaurant. "This place is fancy. Are you sure you want to subject me to such extravagance?" Scarlett forced a laugh. "Don't worry, I can handle it," she joked, linking her arm with his. Together, they walked towards the entrance, the weight of her deception growing heavier with each step. The waiter greeted them with a flourish, leading them past velvet ropes and murmuring patrons to a secluded corner t