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As they strode toward the main building, he half-listened to Angela’s sales pitch, but mostly toyed with his new idea. “What’s that?” Claire asked Angela. Alex looked to where Claire’s finger pointed. With no immediate reply, Claire asked again. Alex glanced at Angela, curious about her newfound reticence. She gave him a lukewarm smile. “The proper name is a belvedere, but we call it ‘the dome’,” she said, at last. Her voice held little of its previous enthusiasm. The four gazed at the circular room perched in the center of the roof above the entrance.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

He jabbed the lobby button and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Thank you. It's Mon Paris by Yves Saint Laurent. It's made from an exotic white flower called datura. I found that fascinating." Amused, he stared at the numbers overhead. "You picked a fragrance based on its ingredients?" "Well, that and it smelled great." From his side, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "And the bottle is pretty." A surprise laugh huffed from his chest. He'd do well to stay alert in her presence.

That morning, a few hours after breakfast, Leona and her mother, Rosalie, and Malia decided to gather in the backyard just to chat while enjoying a cup of tea with their respective favorite aromas. Rosalie took a sip of her roselle tea while closing her eyes as the fragrance wafted over and overtook her sense of smell. Rosella tea or red tea is one of Rosalie's favorite drinks. Ah no. It seemed that all red drinks were Rosalie's favorite. All the members of the Argent family knew that. Including Malia.

Having somneone who whispers all of his sweet nothings in French had its perks as well. Je sais comment gérer ses goûts. I know how to handle him, I say, which in French, translates to I know how to handle his tastes. I turn to Alex, whose hand I can feel trying to inch up under my dress, and I clasp my fingers around his, stopping him from moving any further in front of his uncle. He clears his throat, moving his hand to my knee and turning back to the other two men, a little breath that sounds like a laugh escaping.

ZESA RUSSO Levi left me by myself after dressing me in a green pants and a big white tee. He’d asked me to get some shut eye yet I found myself getting of bed and padding across the rug, hugging a fluffy pillow into my chest as I slid open the door in my room that led to a balcony that grew from the walls of the house as generous arms from a host, the metal, a patina of ocean greens and blues. I inhaled deeply, letting fresh air fill my lungs, a nippy breeze biting at my skin.

CHAPTER 11 BELLA I had such a good time shopping with the girls. I couldn’t believe it that my bestie’s brother offered to pay for whatever we were to buy and instructed her that we get stuff for Jacob, too. I refused cos I was not going to be taking advantage of his kindness, and besides, there was nothing I needed now. I am not one who could afford to splurge and have learned to shop wisely. Besides, I didn’t have to shop, I was having a great time hanging out with my friends. When Ari told us what her brother said would happen if I didn’t get anything for myself and Jacob, I told her to choose something for me. I refused anything more than the pair of shoes and two dresses for myself.When

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)

Aranjo walked into the middle of the hall to Halley, clearly seeing the surprised look of his stepsister. Did they think they would run away from the hall? said Aranjo in heart. When Aranjo and Halley stand side by side, their performances are completely opposite. Halley is very beautiful with luxurious clothes and makeup on her face. Aranjo is very eye-catching, and Halley's existence is not considered at all, although Aranjo only wears simple clothes with half of her face covered with a black veil. Aranjo sits in front of a white harp with beautiful carvings. Halley stood beside Aranjo, herself impatiently waiting for the demon girl to embarrass herself.

" He murmured and handed me the box. "I got this for you for your sweet sixteen, two years ago." I was so touched and almost crying... I opened the box and it was a bracelet. A diamond one, with pink hearts and little unicorns hanging off it. I looked up and smiled widely at him. He returned the smile, tapping my nose with a finger. "Happy birthday, honey. Goodnight... My room is right beside yours, so call me if you need anything. " He said and turned to leave.