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17 All for you

Author: Ria M
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-26 00:34:32
Lila’s POV

I smile sheepishly, my fingers curling over my lips as I take in the long table stretched before me, heavy with food. Glazed chicken, golden pastries, bowls of fruit that shimmer like gems under the morning sun. Everything looks delicate, rich—too perfect to be real. Like something out of a royal banquet.

They call me with soft voices and kind smiles, guiding me gently, almost reverently, toward the seat at the head of the table. My steps feel light, almost floating. My dress swishes around my ankles like silk, and when I sit, it’s as though I’ve always belonged here. Like this is my place.

My gaze drifts to the center of the table. A whole roasted chicken, perfectly browned, juices glistening under the light. My mouth waters. I reach for it, lifting the heavy leg with both hands, grinning like a child, my mouth already open to take the first bite—

And then his face appears.

Lior.

Everything freezes. I do. The food, the air, even the light. His eyes meet mine, calm and knowi
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