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she asked gift the moment she got to her side, but Gift's smile only grew bigger as she stuck her tongue out at her and tapped her own eyes with her index finger. The others at the table had frozen. The restaurant was now devoid of any othe customers asides from then and even the waitresses were hiding behind the bar and in the storage room. The other ladies felt raw fear as they watched Gift's action. 'Did she just try to mock the dangerous woman who looked like an assassin? 'Our lives are over!’ they cried silent tears even though their faces remained too frozen to produce tears from the terror they felt. “Did you enjoy watching that? You're really lucky that godmother pampers you,” she sa

Sophia's POV "Wow, a damsel saving the hero." I clapped mockingly, ignoring the blood trickling down my hand. "After this little performance, will you two kiss and take it to bed?" I laughed with amusement, knowing it was a staged show. "He's not your husband yet, is he?" I added, feigning regret. I knew she had been fantasizing about becoming Mrs. Anderson. "Your hand is bleeding." Jared stepped toward me, reaching to staunch the bleeding.

" I hope we will have to do this much often" The table is decorated nicely to kill, with a red flower jar in the middle with red wine. Two glasses are on each side and a plate is placed beside the wine glass accompanied by two chairs. It looks exactly like a romantic dinner! " did you go through the stress to plan this for me?" She narrowed her eyes. She turned back to look at him. Henry smiled, t actually for us. He thought and grab her by the shoulder" anything for my favorite actress" he kissed her on the forehead.

Soft, warm lighting from hidden lanterns casts a gentle glow, illuminating the scene. My eyes are immediately drawn to the centerpiece: a table set for two, adorned with fine china, sparkling silverware, and a single, elegant candle. And then I see it, the words arranged in a stunning display of flowers: "I'm Sorry." My heart swells with a mix of emotions — surprise, confusion and a deep sense of love.

The table's length looked like it could feed more than hundreds of people as it contained lots of meals and desserts I have never seen before. “Good evening.” I smiled before breathing simultaneously because of the nervousness that is crawling up to my sleeves. “I hope you all can hear me from there?” I pointed at the farthest point of the table so they raised their thumbs, “Right, you all have a good sense of hearing, meaning I could also whisper from here.” I earned a generous amount of laughter because of what I said and got a nudge on the side from my husband who was giggling while shaking his head.

No way out but through. At the main table, the biggest wolf—a man with a scar zigzagging from brow to ear—leans over and whispers something to his neighbor. The neighbor laughs, mouth full of meat, and then turns to stare at me with open challenge. Two seats down, a woman in a vest cut to show off her shoulders catches my gaze and holds it, her pupils gone wolf-black. I don’t blink. She doesn’t either. The impasse stretches until a third wolf throws a crust of bread at her, breaking the spell and getting a snarl in response.

Chapter Seventy Nine: The Performance of Love Later that evening, everyone gathered around the dining table for dinner. The long table was neatly set, the soft lighting giving the room a calm and almost intimate atmosphere. To anyone watching from the outside, it looked like a perfect family scene. But beneath the smiles, different emotions simmered quietly.

There are little strawberries and swirls decorating my skin. “Lola, I hope you enjoy dinner,” I wink, and Damien helps me onto the table. I lay there perfectly still while the Geishas finished decorating me with food. When I lock eyes with Lola, she’s biting her lip, struggling with her excitement. Inching closer with each passing second, she tries to reach out, but Damien stops her hand. “No touching till after you eat, Lola,” he commands, and she pouts. “Yes, sir,” she says with a wink at me.

For now, I would let it go, but for now. "We are at table six," I said, closing the little box. We walked among the tables, noticing that the small glass vases with multi-colored flowers had numbers painted in a delicate crimson pink. Our table was near the stage; in front of each chair were place cards with our names. There was no card with Andreia's name on the table. I looked at Marlon for answers, but he just sat down quietly before checking his watch and smiling calmly. "Do not worry, my love," he murmured, caressing my hand. "It won't be long before she joins us again."

I'm the only one who got the right to see her every way. I passed on popcorn to her, so she wouldn't make herself hungry. She didn't move her eyes at all from the movie which made me chuckle in my heart. I sighed and thought she should realize that her husband was also with her. Suddenly, I saw a romantic scene going on in the movie where a man and woman kissing each other on the dining table.