"Oh, miabella." Amadeo coos, taking his time to look at you. His eyes are soft, as always when he's around his darling. "You look gorgeous." He says, tucking a little bit of your hair behind your ear.

You've been working as a servant in the palace, and you'd quickly earned the prince's favour. He starts calling you endearing nicknames, and you're quite clueless on why he acts like that.

The thought persists in your head, why did he randomly invite a lowly servant to dinner?

"Miabella, our table is ready." Amadeo smiles, snapping you quickly out of your thoughts. He pulls a chair for you to sit. "I want tonight to be something you won't forget, miabella. Tonight will be my treat." He smiles.