LOGINIsabella By the time we reach the restaurant, the sky has already turned fully dark.Gabriel pulls the car smoothly into the valet lane in front of Aurelio, the warm lights from the entrance spilling across the polished pavement. Through the glass walls I can already see a few familiar faces inside, waiters moving between tables while soft music drifts out each time the doors open.I gather the cake boxes carefully from my lap just as Gabriel shifts the car into park.Before I can even reach for the door handle, he’s already stepping out.A second later the passenger door opens and he offers his hand like this is some kind of formal event.I stare at him.“Really?”Gabriel tilts his head slightly. “What?”“I can open the door myself.”“I know,” he says calmly. “But I was already here.”I shake my head but take his hand anyway as I step out, making sure the cake boxes stay balanced in my other arm.Once I’m standing, I turn toward the entrance.“Alright,” I say. “You can go.”Gabriel
I cross my arms. “The deal was never officially confirmed.”Gabriel lets out a quiet laugh under his breath. “Oh, it was confirmed,” he says, stealing another glance at me. “Very clearly.”“I don’t remember agreeing to anything.”“You leaned closer,” he says.“That doesn’t mean anything.”“It means a lot.”I shake my head and look out the window, watching the passing streetlights blur into long streaks of gold. “You’re making things up.”Gabriel chuckles softly. “You’re avoiding the topic.”“I’m not avoiding anything.”“You are,” he says easily. “You just don’t want to admit you owe me.”I turn back to him with a flat expression. “I owe you nothing.”“Isa.”“Yes?”“You bought me a cake,” he says, nodding toward the small box sitting beside him on the console. “You clearly felt guilty.”“I did not feel guilty.”“Then why did you buy it?”I hesitate for half a second before shrugging. “You looked pathetic.”Gabriel laughs.Actually laughs.The sound fills the car, warm and amused.“Path
Isabella I stay near the counter while the shop assistant carefully writes the message on the chocolate cake.The display lights reflect softly against the glass case, illuminating rows of smaller pastries and neatly arranged mini cakes on the lower shelf. The smell of cocoa and vanilla lingers in the air, warm and comforting in a way that almost makes the small shop feel quieter than it actually is.Outside the glass window, I can see Gabriel standing a few meters away from the door.One hand is tucked into the pocket of his coat while the other holds his phone to his ear. His posture is relaxed, but there’s a slight tension in his shoulders that tells me the call is probably work.He turns slightly as he speaks, pacing once along the sidewalk before stopping again.For a moment, I just watch him.Then the shop assistant slides the finished cake box toward me.“Your order will be ready in just a minute, ma’am,” she says politely.I nod absently.My attention drifts back to the displ
Isabella The road leading into the city is relatively quiet, the fading sunlight stretching long shadows across the pavement as Gabriel drives.For a while, the only sound inside the car is the low hum of the engine and the occasional passing vehicle.Then Gabriel clears his throat slightly.“So,” he says, glancing at the road ahead as he adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, “you’re meeting Elias later.”I turn my head toward him, raising an eyebrow. “Meeting him?”“The dinner,” he adds casually, though there’s something in the way he says it that makes the word casual feel a little forced.“Oh.” I shift slightly in my seat. “Yes.”A brief silence follows.Gabriel slows the car slightly as we approach a traffic light, tapping his fingers lightly against the steering wheel before continuing, “That sounds… planned.”I study his profile for a moment. “What does that mean?”He shrugs one shoulder, eyes still on the road. “You said you’d meet him at a restaurant. Mia even booked it.”“
Isabella By late afternoon, the noise across the construction site begins to shift.The steady rhythm of machinery slows, tools are packed away, and the crews start organizing equipment for the next day’s work. The steel frame of the structure now stands taller than it did that morning, the newly secured beams catching the last orange glow of the sinking sun.I glance over the final progress report on my tablet while a few engineers nearby review tomorrow’s tasks.“Make sure the trench reinforcement is completed before sunrise,” I tell one of them. “Once the conduit lines go in, it’ll be harder to adjust the base.”“Yes, ma’am,” the engineer replies, making a note.Elias stands a few feet away, speaking with the site supervisor about the delivery schedule for the next batch of materials. The two of them are studying a logistics chart when Elias’s phone suddenly rings.He glances at the screen and frowns slightly before answering.“Dad?”I’m not trying to listen, but the conversation
IsabellaAfter a moment, I hear Gabriel’s footsteps move toward the door.“Try to focus, Isa,” he says lightly before leaving the office.The door closes behind him.Only then do I release a quiet breath.I press my fingertips briefly against my temple before straightening the stack of documents in front of me.Work.Focus on work.A few minutes later, the site supervisor knocks lightly on the open door before stepping inside.“Ms. Isabella,” he says, holding a clipboard. “We’re about to start positioning the west support beams. The engineers wanted to confirm the final alignment before we proceed.”I push the earlier distraction aside and step toward the table.“Show me.”He spreads the updated diagram beside the original blueprint.“The adjustment you approved earlier shifts the support by about half a meter,” he explains. “It improves the load balance, but the team wants confirmation before they secure the frame.”I study the measurements carefully.The reinforcement lines are clea





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