23. Drunken Haze.

Entering the lavish restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. The atmosphere dripped with sophistication, and I, in my simple elegance, stood out like a lone daisy in a bouquet of orchids.

The air buzzed with hushed conversations, laughter, and the clinking of crystal glasses.

As we walked, my eyes involuntarily scanned the room, taking in the dazzling array of glamorous guests. My fingers fidgeted with the fabric of my dress, a sudden self-awareness settling in.

Then, he was greeted by a stunning brunette—tall, confident, and exuding an allure that left me feeling inadequately subtle. They spoke in Spanish, a language I had no idea Adrian could wield so effortlessly, one more thing to add to his impeccable resume.

The mellifluous words washed over me, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as the woman happily shared a connection I was not privy to, kissing Adrian on the cheek.

Adrian turned to me, his eyes momentarily meeting mine. "Stella, this is Sofia, an