Chapter 213.
Rosealba sat on the opulent chair, directly opposite Emilia.
Thanks to Emilia, they were both sitting here in a dark restaurant after she had dragged Rosealba to come celebrate the win.
The bartender returned with their order, lying it carefully on the table.
“Congratulations on your new win,” the bartender said, a spontaneous smile on his face.
“You are such an extremist!” Rosealba said, heaving out a sigh.
“Do you not get tired of celebrating?”
“Tired?” Emilia repeated, grabbing her cutleries.
“No. No, I don’t. Life is too brief to not live it to the fullest. We will celebrate every little win because those are the memories we will hold onto.”
Rosealba’s cheeks stretched, mood lightening up.
She grabbed her cutleries, glaring at her plate without altering another word.
Emilia had said everything right. Life was too brief to not celebrate every little moment.
The heaviness that had sat on Rosealba’s chest over the past few weeks seemed to dissolve just a little.
Rosealba
