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What’s wrong with her loving Marl? “H-no, right! Stop teasing, Akemi! You’re not funny!” “Oh, Michaela Reyes has a secret crush on the Architect!” I teased her more. Her eyes reddened and moistened. “Stop it, Akemi! You’re only returning the favor, because you made fun of me about Engineer RD yesterday!” “Mrs. Tanya Michaela Reyes–Montenegro. It sounds so good on my ears.”

I could recognize her work like the back of my hand. He flipped through a few pages and handed me a couple of pictures of the paintings. My heart skipped a beat. "It's definitely her." This work could not be of anyone else but Alyanna. "I looked Raon up," Cam stated, looking into his phone. "The identity of Raon is unknown but she is one of the most famous artists of Soare Luna Kingdom. The Royal Family has been to a few of her expositions." That would make sense since she is somehow a princess now. Her first painting is said to be her most acclaimed piece and it is apparently not for sale despite several offers," he said and passed me his phone. "You should take a look."

A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head. Raj looks like a skinny matchstick while Ryan looks like a huge, thick matchbox. And looks hot, just like a freshly baked muffin coming right away from the oven. His chiseled jawline accentuates his sculpted face that is worth drooling. I want to save his face on my phone’s wallpaper. His shoulders are bulky and broad, muscularly squared and his sturdy hands are in the pocket of his navy blue pants, which remind of yesterday's incident. I hope I didn’t burn Hotty’s balls.

Aviana was still not back. “Then whom were you dreaming about while you were sitting beside a goddess?” Mason asks with a smirk. “Shanelle Reyes?" Mason says with clear distaste in his voice, making me sigh deeply. "I don't dream about Shanelle." I tell him. "See! You cannot dream about your supermodel ex but you are dreaming about Aviana. Accept it. You like her." Mas says. He did have a point. I never ever had a dream about any other girl. But that doesn't mean that I like Aviana.

Margarette left the story of how Ellaine’s voice distracted the serious Finrod unsaid. It drew the concern of the Queen. She roamed her eyes over Finrod’s body in search of cuts and wounds. “I’m fine sister.” “He was scratched with poisoned claws due to his carelessness,” Ellaine blurted before she realized what she did. She blushed in shame. “Your highness.” The Queen turned to her, “What’s your name?” “My name’s Ellaine, Queen Aera.” She can’t meet the queen’s eyes due to shame. “You were on Earth with my brother?”

“Good morning, my beautiful enigma.” Councillor Andrei appeared in front of her as he had done the other day. He had a smile on his handsome face and wasn’t trying to mask his allure. She felt the pull of his power even with the magical protection she had, but the difference was she wasn’t even slightly affected. She lowered her gaze and mumbled, “Good morning, Councillor Dalca.” “I told you to call me Andrei,” he said as he came closer. “You have to get used to it, Ava.”

"You must be Andrea's wife?" I nodded before looking over to Andrea. He was dancing salsa on the table with a few of the other important men in his cartel. They were all so drunk and it was sort of funny but it was still Andrea. "I'm Julia," she said. "I only know him through my mate." "I'm Ella," I said shaking her outstretched hand. She had a warm tone and just radiated friendliness as she smiled. "Who is your mate?" I asked. "You probably know him," she began. "Chico. One of Andrea's guards."

Ryan asked, his gaze lingering on her face as he awaited her response. "Yes," Arina replied softly, her voice filled with awe and admiration. "Let me show you something," Ryan said, guiding her towards a covered painting. Arina watched in fascination as Ryan removed the cover, revealing a stunning portrait of herself. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon the lifelike depiction, every detail captured with precision and care. The colors seemed to dance across the canvas, creating an almost ethereal image of her likeness. "Who made it?" Arina asked, her eyes wide with wonder as she turned to look at Ryan.

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

"I think about that sometimes. When I'm watching you work." Ariana’s breath caught in her throat. "You make things that didn't exist before," he said, looking at her directly. "Every single time. She would've loved your work." Something shifted in Ariana's expression, a deep warmth showing in her eyes. She looked back at the phone. "What's her name? Her actual name, not Cole." "Reyes," he said. "Elena Reyes." "Elena Reyes." Ariana repeated it slowly. "Did she keep painting? Even after things got difficult?"