Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 29-2

"Danielle, go enjoy your date with David. Don’t worry about us," Vivian said, her voice full of encouragement.

Sienna, on the other hand, could barely contain her jealousy. Ever since she arrived, the Darling family had treated her with polite indifference. But the moment Danielle appeared, all attention shifted to her, leaving Sienna feeling invisible-even Joseph barely acknowledged her anymore.

"We’ll head out now. I won’t stay out too late," Danielle said sweetly, looking at her family.

"Danielle, you’re ditching your brothers to have dinner with some random guy?" Xavier whined dramatically, putting on a pout.

"Stop it, Xavier. Let your sister go," Howard said, giving him a playful swat on the head.

"Dad! Ow! That hurt-and you messed up my hair!" Xavier complained, rubbing his head with an exaggerated grimace.

"I’ll have Danielle home early," David said smoothly, his tone carrying a hint of teasing confidence.

Joseph and Xavier shot him matching glares, their faces red with frustration.

Starlight Restaurant.

The entire restaurant was designed around a starry night theme, and the quiet evenings made the ambiance even more enchanting.

When David and Danielle stepped inside, they were immediately captivated. The twinkling "starlight" scattered across the restaurant ceiling, paired with the warm glow of the lights, created an atmosphere so romantic it could be the definition of the word.

Danielle glanced around, noticing the absence of other diners. "Did you rent out the whole place?" she asked, her voice laced with surprise.

David’s deep eyes locked onto hers, his lips curving into a slight smile. "It’s our first date. I didn’t want any interruptions." Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she stammered, "W-who said this is a date? We’re just having dinner!" Her heart betrayed her, thumping harder with every word. It felt like a tiny deer was leaping around in her chest.

’Why does this man have to look so perfect?’ she wondered. ’Is it really fair for someone to be this good-looking?’

A waiter stepped forward and asked politely, "Mr. Charrington, shall we begin serving?"

David gave a small nod. "Yes."

Danielle glanced at the man seated across from her, his polished demeanor amplified by the soft light. She smiled faintly. "This place is beautiful. Do you come here often?"

"Do you like it?" David asked, his sharp gaze softening. "If you do, I’ll bring you here whenever you want."

Soon, a line of servers appeared, each holding a dish. They set the plates down carefully, their voices