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STILL watching him walk away, with the sound of his footsteps fading down the hallway, leaving her standing frozen in shock. Her heart thudded unevenly in her chest. Something felt off. Adrian… he was changing. Ever so slightly, yet enough to make her uneasy. The way he moved, the way he barely looked at her before leaving, it all felt different.
Her mind raced. ‘Why was he acting like this p>
Then, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, a small, determined smile formed on her lips. She couldn’t let the moment slip. If she wanted to see him again tonight, she had to act now. Swiftly, she hurried after him, her soft steps quiet but urgent on the polished floor.
“Babe? Please, hold up!” she called, her voice laced with both hope and a hint of desperation.
Adrian stopped abruptly, his hand resting on the doorknob. He turned slowly, his expression a mixture of curiosity and mild annoyance.
“Yes?” he asked, his tone calm but wary.
Vivian pouted, her eyes wide and pleading, the vulnerability in her voice clear.
“Please… can I ask for a favor p>
He raised an eyebrow, waiting.
“I… I want you to return home early today,” she said, taking a small step closer. “I want us to have dinner tonight. Just you and me, please.” She clasped her hands together nervously, a small quiver in her voice betraying her
earnestness.
Adrian studied her for a moment, silence stretching between them. Then he let out a long, heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“We will see to it,” he replied finally, the words careful but reassuring. He opened the door, giving her one last glance before stepping out.
Vivian exhaled, relief flooding her chest. A smile broke across her face, and she pressed a hand to her heart, feeling it pound in gratitude. He hadn’t outright refused; he had given her assurance.
She watched the door close behind him, her heart still fluttering from the encounter. Then, she turned away, her steps lighter than before, a quiet hum of happiness escaping her lips as she padded back to the kitchen. Tonight would be theirs.
The thought of sharing dinner with him, just the two of them, like they used to, made her stomach flutter with anticipation. It wasn’t just about the meal; it was about connection, about reclaiming moments in a life that had grown complicated far too quickly.
She paused at the counter, looking down at the neatly arranged breakfast she had left behind. Her fingers brushed over the tray, a small, affectionate smile forming. ‘He will be home early… tonight will be perfect p>
Vivian shook her head slightly, as if to shake off lingering doubts. She was determined. Whatever changes Adrian was going through, tonight, she would make sure it was about them. Just them.
With a deep breath, she smoothed the front of her dress and walked toward the living room, her mind already imagining the evening: a table set for two, soft music playing in the background, and Adrian’s hand in hers as they shared a quiet meal, a fleeting return to normalcy in the midst of life’s chaos.
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Her excitement bubbled over, and she allowed herself a small laugh. ‘Yes, tonight… tonight will be ours p>
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“Alright, let’s give a toast,” Clara said, her tone lively as she lifted her glass of champagne, the golden liquid catching the soft glow of the chandelier above. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, a mixture of pride and admiration.
Amelia, seated gracefully across from her, mirrored Clara’s gesture, her other hand resting gently on her baby bump, which was already beginning to show. The curve beneath her flowing maternity dress was subtle yet unmistakable, a beautiful testament to the new life she was carrying. Her cheeks glowed with the radiance of both accomplishment and impending motherhood.
The other two ladies seated around the elegantly set table followed suit, their glasses clinking softly in unison, creating a delicate, celebratory chime that filled the room. The table was adorned with fresh flowers, soft white linens, and small golden accents, a reflection of Amelia’s attention to detail and love for beauty.
“I still can’t believe it,” one of the ladies said, her voice tinged with awe. “A mini palm tree resort… you have outdone yourself, Amelia p>
Amelia smiled warmly, her hand instinctively brushing her belly.
“It has been a dream of mine for so long,” she replied. “Seeing it finally come to life… it is surreal. Every little detail, from the tiny lounge by the pool to the palm tree cabanas, it is exactly how I imagined it p>
Clara leaned closer, her eyes shining with excitement.
“And you did all this while carrying a little one! I mean, look at you, pregnant, glowing, and still building empires. You are amazing p>
Amelia chuckled softly, a hand resting over her stomach as if her baby were part of the celebration.
“Well, I couldn’t have done it without my team, and, of course, all the support from my friends,” she said, nodding at Clara and the others. “But yes, it hasn’t been easy. There were days I wanted to collapse on the couch and just, breathe. But this… seeing it all come together, it makes it worth it p>
The champagne glasses met again in a gentle toast, and they each took a sip, the bubbles dancing on their tongues, a little symbol of joy in that moment.
Clara grinned, unable to hide her admiration.
“You know, this isn’t just a resort. It is a statement. You are telling everyone that nothing, nothing can stop you. Pregnancy, long hours, deadlines… nothing p>
Amelia’s smile softened, and she placed both hands over her belly, her eyes distant for a moment as if imagining her child experiencing this world one day.
“It is about creating something lasting,” she said quietly, almost to herself. “Something that will leave a mark p>
The other two ladies nodded, each catching the weight of Amelia’s words.
“And you are already inspiring so many,” one said, her voice soft but earnest. “Women, young girls… even men admire your drive. That resort isn’t just for tourists, it is a symbol p>
Amelia’s lips curved into a tender smile, and she glanced down at her growing belly.
“I hope one day, this little one will understand,” she said softly. “That hard work, passion, and resilience can
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create beauty… and joy p>
Clara leaned back, sipping her champagne, her eyes flicking to Amelia with genuine pride.
“Well, here is to you, Amelia. To your mini palm tree resort, to this little one you are carrying, and to every achievement yet to come. May you continue to shine, always p>
Amelia’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she lifted her glass one more time.
“To new beginnings,” she said, her voice calm yet filled with emotion, “to growth, love, and dreams realized p>
They clinked glasses once more, the sound echoing lightly through the cozy living room. For a moment, everything else faded, the hustle, the deadlines, the pressures of the world outside, and all that remained was the soft glow of accomplishment, friendship, and the gentle anticipation of new life.
Amelia’s hand rested once again on her belly, a quiet smile spreading across her face. She could feel the tiny movements inside her, a subtle, rhythmic reminder that life continued, both in her business and within her. She exhaled softly, letting the satisfaction of the moment wash over her.
“Yes,” she whispered, almost to herself, “this is exactly where I’m supposed to be p>
And in that moment, surrounded by friends, champagne, and dreams realized, Amelia felt unstoppable.
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Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella’s storytelling style is immersive and addictive—perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.