The kitchen looked like a battlefield.Flour dusted the countertops, streaked Damian’s black shirt, and somehow clung stubbornly to Isabella’s hair, forming tiny clouds of white that shimmered in the soft afternoon light. A bowl sat lopsided on the marble island, half-filled with what was supposed to be chocolate mousse. Instead, it looked like melted pudding on the verge of collapse, a sad imitation of her earlier confidence.Damian stood across from her, arms crossed, eyes narrowed but not without amusement. His usual commanding presence was slightly undermined by the specks of flour dotting his pristine shirt and his carefully combed hair.“That does not look edible,” he said finally, his tone flat, though his gaze betrayed a hint of amusement.Isabella doubled over with laughter, clutching her stomach as a small piece of chocolate smeared onto her fingers. “You are the billionaire CEO everyone fears, and yet you cannot even whisk cream properly,” she teased, the sound of her laugh
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