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CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

Author: Grace Kelly
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-07 22:41:09

ISABELLA’S POV

Even as we sat on the left side of the room, the looming feeling was unshaken. The setting was pretty. From the chandelier hanging low to the large wooden piano sitting in the centre of the room to the pianist clicking away. Including the white fabrics spread on each table and the pretty flowers. The atmosphere smelt so nice and rich. I couldn't tell if it was due to the other guests there or if a particular spray was infused in the air.

I watched him signal the waiter, and he walked over. He was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, his black hair neatly trimmed, and a smile on his face.

“What would you love to eat, Isabella?” he asked, quickly adding, “Can I call you that?”

I hummed in response, too nervous to talk. It widened as my eyes ran over the words on the menu I had picked from the table. Every single meal here was so expensive that even water wasn't spared.

It wasn't that I couldn't eat them; I just wondered why he was so nice to me. Noticing their gazes
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