— Here you go. A gift, — the waitress placed a plate with dessert in front of me.
— A gift? But… from whom?
Feeling a man’s gaze on me, I carefully looked up.
In the very corner by the table sat a man. His gray eyes met mine, and my heart skipped a beat.
Oleg Streletskiy—one of the leading plastic surgeons in our country. Every time he looks my way, I tell myself the same thing: «We can’t be together». But one night changes everything…