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Dahlia held her chin slightly high and slowly moved toward the coffeehouse. But, when she arrived at the coffee shop, she did not see Stella. She furrowed her eyebrows, and the waiter led her to her seat. Dahlia gave a disdained glance at the chair and muttered something quietly that only god would know. The waiter quickly brought a tissue and wiped the chair.

As I turned to walk away, I noticed her wide eyes filled with shock. "What?" I wondered silently as I continued, "What did I say?" "Thank you," Nova said. "You said thank you. Dahlia never says thank you." I smiled and responded as I ascended the stairs, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to paint a good picture of our friend Dahlia before I leave." I entered the balcony and found them seated on two comfortable chairs. Dahlia's father held a fat brown cigar between his fingers and had a glass of Brandy while her mother sat with a glass of sparkling water.

Yellow and purple summertime flowers—hydrangeas, lilies, and dahlias—reminded me of her house in Normal. The receptionist led me up a wide flight of stairs to a pair of double doors. We entered a private dining room softly lit by globe candles on each white linen covered table. It dawned on me that this was a private party. The room was devoid of people except for Richard. Against a far wall, he stood beside a table set for two. I drank in the sight of him as if I’d been in the desert for much too long. He wore dark blue jeans and a black button-down shirt, open at the collar, and his steely blue eyes shined.

"Okay, spill. What's Alexander planning tonight? He's been unusually secretive, and he specifically requested I keep you exactly thirty minutes." "You know how he likes his surprises." I shrugged, though something in her face made me uneasy. "Claire..." Marie hesitated. "Just….be careful tonight, okay?" Before I could ask what she meant, Marcus appeared. "Your car's ready." The restaurant Alexander chose was ‘Dahlia’—my favorite, named after my favorite flower. The place where I had celebrated my first business deal. But tonight, it felt different. Too quiet. Too empty. "Where is everyone?" I asked the hostess.

Dahlia played a C.D. on their player while Emery was in the comfort room. They were going to watch their favorite Korean drama when she suddenly looked at the picture frame next to their T.V. She saw three children hugging each other and smiling extra-wide. That was her, Travis, and Emery, she smiled when she remembered how Emery and her met. Flashback Dahlia A fancy party will be held tonight at Monte Cristo’s mansion. Dahlia don't know what that was for but all she knows is that her Mom was busy cooking and cleaning. Dahlia's mom was the trusted butler in the mansion.

She closed her mouth after a while and folded her arms as she looked around. It wasn’t the first time she was entering DUL restaurant. It was a huge restaurant. It was huge with two floors and painted in plain white. The plates were arranged neatly so that the customers could move around them. Tolu sighed as she brought her eyes back to Demola. She got entranced by his blue eyes immediately. Although Tolu knew they were temporary; she felt they still made him look good. “I guess it’s really an habit” Demola said as blush crept up Tolu’s cheeks in a nanosecond. A phone started ringig and Tolu watched as Demola slipped his hands into his pockets and brought out his ringing phone. He checked th

I am a bit surprised by that act of his; it doesn’t seem like it. The waitress approaches us in no time and with a warm smile she says, "Good day, welcome to Rare Bistro, it’s an honor to have you, Lycan Austin and Queen Bella." She sets two glasses of water on the table and hands us the menus. "Please what would you like to order?" I quickly glance at the menu and my eyes lock on a mouthwatering dish. "I will have the creamy squash and hazelnut fettuccine with sautéed mushrooms," I said.

After our strip poker the other night, Dhalia's seems like the perfect name. "That's all," he mutters. I stand and begin to walk out. I stopped by the door and looked back at him. "See if you can incorporate a queen's crown into the logo and such. Send me the mock-ups when you have them as well." I don't wait for his reply. I walk out and stop when I see Dhalia dancing with Keeley. Standing here, I watch as her hips move. It takes every part of my strength not to go over there and join her. If I do that, it means I can't talk about my idea. So, instead, I push away the thoughts and walk back to the VIP lounge.

( Bhabi means Sister-in-law ) "I am not feeling hungry." As soon as I said that, my stomach growled, making me embarrassed. I gave Shreya a sheepish smile while she smirked at me. "You are coming and that's it." Shreya said and I had no choice but to agree. We said bye to the twins after they took some goodbye selfies. Then I and Shreya got settled in her car. "Do you know? The top and luxurious restaurant is inside Blush N Blooms, which belongs to Kabir and bhai." Shreya said smiling and I kept listening to her.

The rain came down in a fine mist, streaking against the sleek windows of the Blue Orchid Café, a discreet and upscale bistro nestled in a quiet corner of the city. It was the sort of place where secrets could be exchanged over espresso without ever being noticed—private booths, shadowed corners, and staff trained not to see too much.