บท 111: A STARK REMINDER OF WHAT COULD NEVER BE HIS

Dahlia's fingers flew across her phone's keyboard, her thumbs dancing with a newfound excitement. She sent the address of the restaurant to William, a smile creeping onto her lips as she imagined his eager face. The anticipation was palpable, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest.

"I'll be right back," she announced to her coworkers, her voice laced with a hint of mystery. They nodded, their eyes curious, as she gathered her purse and made her way to the restroom.

The dimly lit mirror greeted her, and Dahlia's eyes sparkled as she began to apply her makeup. She highlighted her cheekbones, accentuated her eyes, and painted her lips a deep red. Each stroke of the brush was a preparation for the reunion, a transformation from a casual dinner to a potential rendezvous.