Chapter 28
Lily
As a habit, Lily scanned the great lawn for any sighting of Gabriel before she dropped her bag on the blanket Alexa had laid out and and kneeled, letting out a relieved sigh.
"How was the party?" Alexa asked, pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head.
"It was actually really fune," Lily crossed her legs and sat down. "Jake gave me his number. We're going out to the movies this weekend with his friends."
"Yaasss," Alexa cheered. "That's my girl."
"Thank you, thank you," Lily laughed, playfully throwing her hair over her shoulder.
"So you like him?" Alexa grinned, digging for more information.
"He seems sweet," Lily replied. "And I like that he was clear about his intentions. No games or guess work."
"That's good," Alexa agreed. "Well, thank god he asked you out. I was worried there was something going on between you and Gabriel."
Lily felt her heart stop, "What? What makes you think that?"
"I don't know," Alexa shrugged, her eyes studying Lily. "It was just a feeling I had. Plus, I caught him looking at you a lot last night at the party."
"There's nothing going on between me and Gabriel," Lily shook her head.
"I'm glad," Alexa smiled. "I would hate to lose a friend to him again."
"How many friends have you lost to him?"
Alexa sighed, "Too many to keep track of. I don't even know if some of them count as my friends since they only hung out with me to get close to him."
"That's awful," Lily said, feeling a nudge of guilt poke her ribs. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault my brother is a man whore," Alexa laughed. "He's a walking cliche. Most of the men in my family are. They like to act tough and mean. But inside they're all insecure little girls who need hugs from the mommy. Honestly, I blame all the mothers for raising such shitty mama's boys."
Lily bit her lip, unsure how to respond, but Alexa wasn't finished. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as if the very thought of her brother irritated her to no end.
"I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my family," Alexa continued, her voice tinged with frustration, "but it's exhausting watching them strut around like they own the world, pretending they're untouchable, when deep down, they're just... hypocrites. Like Gabriel, for instance. He dates so many girls, jumping from one to the next like it's nothing. But the second I mention dating someone, he suddenly turns into some overprotective, macho big brother."
She huffed, the annoyance bubbling to the surface. "He'll go on and on about how 'no guy is good enough' for me, but it's not like I'm out here picking losers. I'm just trying to live my life! Meanwhile, he's parading around with girls he can't even remember the last names of, and no one says a word to him about it. It's so ridiculous."
Lily blinked, feeling the weight of Alexa's frustration as she continued. "Like, what gives him the right to tell me who I can or can't date when he's out here being a total player? I get itâhe's my brother, and he cares or whateverâbut it's such a double standard. He can have his fun, but the moment I try to, it's suddenly a big deal. It's like he's stuck in the Middle Ages or something."
Lily nodded, understanding now why Alexa felt so bitter. She hesitated and chose her words carefully before speaking.
"Alexa, there's nothing going on between me and Gabriel," Lily said, her voice steady. She leaned in slightly, wanting to make sure her friend really heard her. "I won't go there. You've become one of my best friends, and I wouldn't mess with that. Not for anything."
Alexa looked at her, her frustration softening just a little. "I mean, I didn't think you would, but... I've lost friends to him before."
"I know," Lily said quickly. "But I won't throw away our friendship for some guy, least of all your brother. I mean, yes, in the beginning, I thought he was cute. But I see him for who he is now. He's just shallow and a jerk."
Alexa nodded. "Yeah, he's definitely something."
"You don't have to worry me," Lily said. "I value our friendship way too much to let anythingâor anyoneâget in the way of it."
Alexa sighed again, but this time it seemed like a relief. "Thanks, babe. I'm sorry I even brought it up. I just get paranoid sometimes with all the stuff I've seen happen."
Lily reached over, squeezing Alexa's hand. "You don't have to apologize. I get it. But really, I'm not going anywhere and I'm not going to date your brother."
Alexa smiled, a genuine one this time. "I appreciate that."
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the tension between them easing as the late afternoon sun warmed their skin.
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Levi
Levi and Evie stepped into the elegant bakery, the scent of freshly baked cakes and delicate pastries filling the air. The place was luxurious, with marble countertops, crystal chandeliers, and a large display case filled with beautifully decorated cakes. The soft clinking of fine china and quiet chatter created a refined atmosphere.
Evie was back in her dresses, her hair softly curled, high heels, and an excited yet nervous glow in her blue eyes. She glanced around, taking in the bakery's aesthetic. Levi, dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks, appeared more reserved, though there was a softness in his expression as he watched her.
"Thank you for coming with me," Evie said, her voice sincere as she turned to Levi. "I really wanted someone's opinion."
"I mean when your fiance abandons you, of course, I am going to step in," Levi's heart tightened at the mention of Harry, but he smiled, hiding any trace of discomfort. "It's no problem," he replied, giving her a gentle nod. "You know I wouldn't miss it."
Evie's eyes narrowed, "He didn't abandon me. He has something going on."
"What could be more important than this?"
"I don't know, maybe his father's campaign," Evie rolled her eyes. "The British Parlament is no joke."
"Neither is your wedding."
"Levi," Evie sighed. "If you're going to be a dick about it, then I don't want you here."
"I'm not trying to be a dick," Levi said. "I'm just pointing out the obvious."
"Well, don't," Evie said.
"Okay, fine," Levi held up his hands. "I'm sorry."
Evie took in a slow deep breath as the bakery attendant approached, leading them to a private table set with a variety of cake samples, each more exquisite than the last.
Levi and Evie sat down at the private table, the tension between them beginning to ease as they shifted their attention to the array of beautiful cake samples before them. Each one looked like a piece of art, and the elegant setting helped soften the mood. Evie's fingers brushed the edge of a gold-trimmed plate, her expression growing lighter as she examined the cakes.
"Let's start with this one," Evie suggested, picking up a fork to sample a delicate slice of vanilla cake with raspberry filling. She took a bite, her eyes brightening. "Oh, that's good."
Levi smiled, feeling the atmosphere between them relax. He tasted the same cake, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, that's good."
"Up next, we have our famous chocolate ganache," the baker placed the new slice before them. "It's dark Swiss chocolate."
"No," Levi declined immediately. "She hates dark chocolate."
"Oh," the baker paused. "Okay. Moving on."
Evie smiled, grateful for Levi. She would not have been able to decline the cake without fearing she might offend the lady. But of course, Levi never cared about offending anyone. As they worked their way through the cakes, the pair started to joke lightly, their earlier exchange fading into the background. Levi found himself more at ease, enjoying the simple, intimate task of helping her make a decision. For a moment, it felt like old times between themâjust Levi and Evie.
But just as Levi was beginning to settle into the moment, the door to the bakery chimed. He barely registered it at first, until Evie's face lit up with surprise.
"Harry?" she put down her fork.
Levi's stomach dropped.
Harry walked over, all polished and put together, his presence immediately changing the dynamic in the room. He leaned in to kiss Evie on the cheek, glancing at Levi with a pleasant smile.
"Hello, my love," Harry said smoothly, sliding into the seat next to Evie. "I thought I would surprise you."
Levi's good mood evaporated instantly, replaced by that familiar tightness in his chest. He forced a smile, the taste of sweetness in his mouth suddenly bitter. Watching Harry casually slip into the moment he had been sharing with Evie left Levi feeling like an outsider. The easy comfort between him and Evie quickly felt awkward with Harry's arrival.
"I am surprised," Evie gave a small smiled and offered him a piece of cake. "You have to try this one, it's amazing."
Levi leaned back slightly in his chair, his appetite gone. He couldn't shake the feeling of displacement, watching the two of them together. Everything between him and Evie had felt so natural just moments ago, but now, with Harry there, the space between them felt impossibly wide.
Harry took the bite, his expression immediately souring. "Oh no, darling," he shook his head, forcing the cake down with a grimace. "That is horrid."
Evie chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "What? It's strawberry."
"There should never be fruit in cakes," Harry declared dismissively, reaching for a glass of water. "What do you think, Levi?" He tossed the question over as if Levi were simply an accessory to the conversation.
Levi met Harry's gaze, his expression tightening. "Evelyn likes fruit cakes," he said, his voice even, but there was an edge to it. He wasn't going to let Harry brush off Evie's preferences so easily.
"Well, we can't serve fruit cake at the wedding," Harry replied with a light laugh, as if Levi's comment was a joke. He turned away from them both, addressing the baker with an air of superiority. "What else do you have?"
The bakery attendant, sensing the shift, offered hesitantly, "There's chocolate ganache."
"Let's have a taste," Harry said, his British accent suddenly grating on Levi's nerves. Every word felt like a dismissal of Evie's opinion, as though her choices didn't matter.
Levi's jaw tightened as he watched Harry take charge, steamrolling over Evie's excitement. The way Harry dismissed her favorite cake without a second thought left Levi simmering with frustration. He stole a glance at Evie, hoping she would speak up, but she remained quiet, her earlier enthusiasm dimmed under Harry's dismissiveness.
Levi's stomach churned. He hated seeing Evie treated like this, her bright smile now replaced with a more subdued expression as Harry took over, making decisions as though her preferences were trivial. It gnawed at him, that familiar anger building inside. How could someone who claimed to love her treat her so carelessly?
Harry took a bite of the chocolate ganache cake, his expression lighting up immediately. "Now this," he said with a satisfied grin, "is the kind of cake we need. Rich, decadent, and no unnecessary fruit."
He turned to Evie, his arm slipping casually around her waist. "What do you think, love? Don't you agree this is the better choice?" His tone was charming but left little room for disagreement.
Evie hesitated, her eyes flicking from the cake to Harry, then to Levi. She had been so excited about the strawberry cake earlier.
"I mean... it is good," Evie said, taking a small bite of the chocolate cake. "It's really rich, and the ganache is..... Very chocolaty"
"Chocolaty? What a funny word," Harry chuckled. "But this is the one. Everyone at the wedding will love it, trust me."
Levi sat quietly, watching the entire exchange, his chest tight with frustration. He could see Evie's uncertaintyâhow she was wavering, clearly influenced by Harry's overwhelming confidence. She had loved the strawberry cake, but now it was as though her opinion didn't matter anymore. Harry had made the decision for her.
Levi's hands clenched under the table, his frustration mounting with every word Harry said. It wasn't just about the cakeâit was the way Harry dismissed Evie's preferences, the way she allowed herself to be swayed so easily. Levi had watched her light up with excitement just moments ago, only for Harry to extinguish it with his charming arrogance.
Levi couldn't take it anymore. The tightness in his chest was unbearable, and the thought of watching Harry steamroll Evie any longer made his blood boil. He pushed his chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the floor as he stood up.
"I think you two have it covered," Levi said, his voice tight, barely able to contain the anger simmering beneath the surface. He gave Evie a quick glance, his expression unreadable. "I'm going to head out."
Evie looked up, surprised. "Leviâ"
But he was already moving toward the door, not waiting for her to finish. The moment he stepped outside, the cool air hit him, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning inside him. He couldn't stand seeing Evie treated like that, and worse, seeing her go along with it.
As the door closed behind him, Levi clenched his fists, trying to shake off the anger. He had to get away, to put some distance between himself and the frustrating reminder that Evie was slipping further from the girl he once knewâthe girl he cared about.
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Theo
Daphne stood before the board of directors, the air thick with anticipation as she prepared to unveil the real estate project she and Theo had meticulously designed. The large conference room was silent except for the faint hum of the projector as the first slide illuminated the screen behind herâa sleek architectural rendering of the public mall they had envisioned. To her right, Theo leaned against the wall, his face unreadable, but his eyes locked onto hers, silently urging her forward.
She took a steadying breath, hands gripping the remote as she began.
"Thank you for your time today," Daphne started, her voice clear and confident. "I'm excited to present a project that Theo and I believe will not only redefine the way we think about public spaces but also set a new standard for sustainable urban development."
She clicked to the next slide, revealing a bird's-eye view of the proposed mall. "What we're proposing is more than just a shopping destination. This mall will be a community hubâa space where commerce, culture, and sustainability intersect. It will feature a state-of-the-art open area for concerts and events, a network of gardens to promote local agriculture, and, most importantly, it will be powered entirely by renewable energy."
A board member with silver hair and a skeptical look leaned forward. "Renewable energy? How exactly do you plan to achieve that on this scale?"
Daphne nodded, prepared for the question. "Great question, Mr. Haynes. We'll be incorporating a combination of solar panels and wind turbines into the design. The roof of the mall will be fitted with high-efficiency solar panels, and we've planned for discreet vertical wind turbines around the perimeter. These technologies will power not only the mall itself but also the surrounding community spaces. Additionally, the gardens will act as green roofs, helping with insulation and reducing overall energy consumption."
Theo's gaze remained on her, steady and supportive, even as the room filled with murmurs of interest.
"Concerts and gardens sound great in theory," Luca spoke up. "But what about foot traffic? How are you going to ensure this space brings in the kind of revenue we need?"
Daphne smiled, having anticipated the concern. "Our research indicates that the public is increasingly seeking experiences, not just places to shop. This space is designed to attract a wide range of visitorsâfamilies, young professionals, and tourists alike. The open area for concerts and events will ensure a constant flow of people, especially during weekends and holidays. We've also partnered with local artists and businesses, offering them spaces to showcase their work and products, creating a unique, community-driven experience."
She clicked to the next slide, which showcased mockups of the green spaces. "And the gardens? They're not just ornamental. They'll be community spaces, where local residents can rent plots for urban farming, attracting a whole new demographic of eco-conscious consumers."
A few of the board members nodded, their skepticism softening.
"You're saying this project will pay for itself through sheer foot traffic and event hosting?" Daisy asked.
Daphne nodded confidently. "Exactly. By creating a space that people want to be in, we're increasing the likelihood of repeat visits. The event area will bring in a range of performersâeverything from local bands to international artistsâcreating a consistent schedule of attractions that will draw people in. Revenue will come not just from retail, but from ticketed events, food vendors, and even seasonal markets that will utilize the open areas."
She glanced at Theo, who remained still but gave her a subtle nod of approval.
Ms. Martinez, another member of the board, leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. "And what about the environmental impact? You've mentioned renewable energy, but is that enough to make this project truly sustainable?"
Daphne clicked to another slide, this one showing detailed plans for the use of recycled materials and water-saving technologies. "We're also incorporating rainwater harvesting systems that will be used to irrigate the gardens and public areas. The building itself will be constructed using locally sourced and recycled materials, minimizing our carbon footprint. Additionally, we plan to install electric vehicle charging stations in the parking lot, encouraging sustainable transportation options."
Another board member, who had been quiet until now, cleared his throat. "What's the overall cost, and how soon can we expect to see a return on investment?"
Daphne remained composed, moving to the financial slide. "The total projected cost is $250 million, but with the revenue streams from retail, events, and sustainability tax credits, we expect to break even within five years. From there, the growth will be exponential. In addition, the city council has shown strong support for the project, and we're already in talks for potential subsidies and grants due to the environmental benefits."
The room was quiet for a moment as the board absorbed the figures and projections. Theo, still on the sidelines, crossed his arms, his sharp gaze scanning the room as he waited for their reactions.
Luca finally leaned back in his chair, a look of approval slowly crossing his features. "I have to say, this is impressive. The combination of sustainability, community focus, and economic viability... You've clearly thought this through."
Daphne smiled, feeling the weight lift off her shoulders. "Thank you. We believe this project will not only generate significant revenue but also set a new standard for public spaces in urban areas. It's about creating a place where people can come together, while also prioritizing the future of our environment."
Ms. Martinez nodded thoughtfully, glancing around at her colleagues before addressing Daphne again. "I think this is something we can move forward with. It's ambitious, but you've made a convincing case."
A small round of nods and murmurs of agreement rippled through the board. Daphne let out a quiet breath of relief, her heart racing as she exchanged a quick glance with Theo. He finally allowed himself a small, satisfied smile, though his eyes still carried that quiet, steady encouragement.
As the last of the slides faded from the screen, the board members exchanged glances, nodding in agreement. Luca cleared his throat, addressing the room with a decisive tone. "I think we've heard everything we need to. Theo, we'd like you to start moving forward with the project as soon as possible."
There was a ripple of assent among the directors, their attention shifting toward Theo. It was clear they expected him to take the lead, as he had on countless successful ventures before. His reputation preceded him, and they trusted him implicitly.
Theo, who had remained quietly observant through Daphne's presentation, stepped forward. His tall frame cast a shadow across the table as he crossed his arms, his sharp gaze sweeping the room. For a moment, he didn't speak, letting the weight of the board's expectations settle. But then, he glanced at Daphne beside him, her composed exterior masking the mixture of relief and anticipation bubbling beneath the surface.
"No," Theo said, his voice steady but firm, breaking the silence in the room.
The board members looked up in surprise, some exchanging puzzled glances.
"Excuse me?" One of the members asked, their brow furrowed.
Theo uncrossed his arms, his face calm but resolute. "This project wasn't my idea. It was Daphne's. She's the one who came up with the design, the sustainable energy concept, and the entire vision for the mall. I may have helped shape it, but this is her project."
He let his words hang for a moment, allowing the gravity of what he was saying to sink in. The room grew even quieter as the members shifted their focus to Daphne, who stood beside him, wide-eyed.
"I'm not going to take credit for something that isn't mine," Theo continued. "Daphne should oversee, right alongside me. If this project is going to succeed, it's because she's leading it."
Daphne blinked, taken aback by Theo's declaration. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of shock overwhelming her.
The board members exchanged glances, clearly processing the unexpected shift. Ms. Martinez, always sharp and pragmatic, spoke first. "You're saying that Daphne will be co-leading this project with you? That's a significant responsibility."
Theo nodded, his voice unwavering. "She's more than capable of handling it. You all saw the presentation today. This is her vision, and she has the knowledge and passion to bring it to life. I trust her completely, and I believe that she'll make this project a success."
Daphne's gaze shifted toward Theo, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and disbelief. He stood there, strong and confident, but his expression told her everythingâhe believed in her.
Mr. Haynes leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen thoughtfully against the table. "Well, Theo, your judgment has always been solid. If you say Daphne is the right person to lead, we'll trust your recommendation. What do you say, Luca?"
Luca and Daisy nodded in agreement.
"It's unconventional," Daisy said. "But after seeing how well thought out this proposal is, I'm inclined to agree. Daphne, would you be ready to take on the role of project manager?"
Daphne, still processing the turn of events, cleared her throat, "I......I don't even work he-."
"She's ready," Theo said, his voice steady. "She'll manage the project alongside me, and I'm confident that together, we'll make this a success."
A murmur of approval rippled through the room, the board nodding in agreement.
"Well then," Mr. Haynes said with a smile, "it looks like we have our leadership team in place. We expect great things from both of you."
As the meeting wrapped up, the board members began gathering their papers and preparing to leave. Daphne felt the weight of their expectations settle on her.
Theo turned to her, his expression softer now that the formalities were over. "Congratulations."
"What the hell?" Daphne hissed, her voice lowered. "I can't do this. I don't work here. I don't want to work."
Theo shrugged, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "You earned it. I just made sure everyone else sees it too."
"Theodor!"
"That was very impressive, Ms. Dashwood," Luca said, his deep voice filled with approval. He extended his hand, and Daphne shook it, hoping her hand wasn't clammy from the stress. "Theo spoke highly of you. Excellent presentation."
Daphne's smile faltered for a moment as her nerves spiked, realizing the gravity of what was happening. She was supposed to be just Theo's fake girlfriend, hired to make Ava jealous. But suddenly now, she was being welcomed by the Silvano family, leading a 250 million dollar project.
"Thank you, Mr. Silvano," she said, trying to sound composed despite the butterflies in her stomach. "But I don't think I'm a good fit to lead this pro-."
Luca chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "This was clearly your vision. We're glad to have someone with your talents working with the family." His tone was warm, but there was a finality in his words that made her realize this wasn't just a casual complimentâit was an acknowledgment that she was now part of something much larger.
Daisy stepped forward, her gaze softer now, though still appraising. "Welcome to the Silvano business, Daphne. I look forward to seeing what you and Theo accomplish together." Her voice was smooth, but Daphne could feel the weight of the words. This wasn't just an acknowledgment of the projectâit was a welcome into the family's inner circle.
Daphne's stomach flipped. This was real. She had been thrown into the deep end of the Silvano empire, and the gravity of it hit her hard. She smiled again, trying to mask the nervous tremor in her voice.
"Thank you, Mrs. Silvano. IâuhâI'm honored to be working with you all."
For a split second, doubt crept into her thoughts. Could she handle this? Could she really manage a project of this magnitude, under the scrutiny of people like Luca and Daisy Silvano?
Daisy must have noticed the flicker of uncertainty in Daphne's eyes because she placed a perfectly manicured hand on Daphne's arm.
"Don't worry, darling," she said. "You'll be just fine. The hardest part is getting here. Now, it's about proving what we all already knowâyou're capable."
Daphne nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. She felt the room closing in on her, the reality of the Silvano name suddenly much heavier than she had anticipated. But Theo was beside her, his steady presence giving her something to hold on to.
As the Silvanos turned to leave, Daphne let out a small breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Theo gave her a sidelong glance, noticing the tension still lingering in her posture.
"You did great," he said softly, his smirk still lingering but with a glint of sincerity. "And don't worryâif you need to freak out, I won't tell anyone."
Daphne huffed a small, nervous laugh, her eyes meeting his. "I might just take you up on that....right after I murder you."
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Lily
As Lily, Jake, and his friends Ray, and Mari exited the movie theater, the cool night air greeted them, refreshing after the crowded cinema. They walked in a loose group, Jake by Lily's side while Ray and Mari lingered a few steps behind. The conversation was light, the typical banter of friends.
"You hated the movie, didn't you?" Jake suddenly asked, his voice low as he turned to Lily, an apologetic look flickering in his eyes. "Be honest."
Lily quickly shook her head. "No, no, it wasn't too bad..."
"You sure?" Jake laughed, though the relief in his voice suggested he was nervous about her answer.
"It was fine," Lily reassured him with a small smile. "I enjoyed it."
"Cool." Jake exhaled, clearly comforted by her words. "Also, sorry about Ray. He can be a bit too much sometimes."
As if summoned by the mention of his name, Ray, the short, stocky football player with boundless energy, suddenly lunged forward. His arms draped over Jake's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.
"Talking about me?" he asked, his voice loud and full of playful arrogance.
Jake rolled his eyes but couldn't help laughing as he shrugged Ray off. "Yeah, about what an ass you are."
Ray threw his head back, laughing obnoxiously. "A hot piece of ass, baby!"
Jake shook his head, glancing at Lily for a split second with an expression that read, Why did I bring him along?
Lily just chuckled lightly, though she could sense the tension Jake was feeling. But before anyone could respond, Ray stumbled, his foot catching on the uneven pavement. He yelped as his ankle twisted beneath him, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Ray!" Mari exclaimed just as Lily gasped, "Oh my god!"
They all rushed forward, kneeling beside him. Ray was groaning, clutching his ankle.
"Shit," Ray hissed. "I think I snapped it."
"Are you serious?" Jake's eyes widened. "You have a game this weekend."
Lily crouched beside Ray, concern flickering in her eyes. "Can you move it?"
Ray winced as he tried to shift his ankle. "Ahâshit! That hurts."
Mari frowned, glancing between them. "We should get him some help."
"Yeah, no kidding," Jake muttered before looking back at Lily, suddenly realizing the night had taken an unexpected turn. "I'm gonna have to drive him to the hospital before I can drop you off."
"It's fine," Lily reassured him.
As they helped Ray back to his feet, Jake gave Lily's hand a light squeeze.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
"Seriously," Lily smiled. "It's okay."
In the quiet parking lot, they all quickly piled into Jake's car, Ray grumbling in the backseat with his injured ankle propped up, while Mari tried to keep the mood light with jokes that barely landed. Lily sat in the front beside Jake, feeling his glances toward her ever so often.
As they arrived at the hospital, the sterile smell of disinfectant hit them as soon as they stepped inside. Jake and Mari helped Ray hobble into the emergency room, and after what felt like an eternity of paperwork and waiting, a doctor finally took Ray in for a check-up.
While they waited, Jake kept looking at Lily, his face tight with guilt.
"I'm really sorry, Lily. I wanted tonight to be more fun. Now it's all turned into a mess," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It's gonna take a while for them to take care of Ray, and I don't think I'll be able to drop you off. Iâ"
Before he could finish his sentence, a familiar voice chimed in from behind them. "Lily, sweetheart, what's going on here?"
Lily turned around and spotted Carmen, dressed in her nurse uniform, her sharp eyes taking in the scene. She smiled warmly as she approached, her dark hair tied back neatly, and the look on her face was one of concern and curiosity.
"A friend of ours hurt his ankle," Lily explained, getting up to receive Carmen's warm hug. "We've been waiting for the doctors to finish up with him."
"Yeah, the ER is packed tonight," Carmen nodded, rubbing Lily's back. "But are you okay?"
"Yes," Lily nodded. "We're just waiting for Ray to be discharged."
"It's late," Carmen said. "And you have classes tomorrow."
"I know," Lily glanced at Jake. "But I don't have a ride back to campus."
Jake's face reddened. "Yeah, I feel bad about it. I promised I'd take her home after the movie, but this... Ray..."
"Oh, that's no problem," Carmen said in her motherly way. "Gabriel's on his way here. He's dropping something off for me. He can give you a ride back."
"Ah....." Lily's heart stumbled. "No, that's okay, Mrs. Reyes. I can wait-"
Carmen waved a hand dismissively. "No problem at all. He'll be here any minute. I'll tell him to drop you off to your dorm."
Lily's stomach dropped at the mention of Gabriel. "Oh, no, it's okay! I'll just call an Uber or something," she said quickly, feeling a sudden awkwardness wash over her.
"Nonsense," Carmen replied, her voice firm but still pleasant. "Gabriel won't mind at all. It's no trouble for him. And it's too late for you to be taking an Uber alone."
Lily tried to decline again, feeling her heart rate speed up at the thought of being alone in a car with Gabriel. "I don't want to bother himâ"
"You won't be bothering him at all," Carmen insisted. "It's a short drive, and Gabriel will be happy to help."
Jake nodded, though his expression was apologetic. "Yeah, it'll be fine, Lily. You did say you have to study for that math test tomorrow."
Lily forced a smile, but inside, a flurry of nerves were kicking up. She hadn't seen Gabriel in a while, and the idea of being alone with him felt like a knot in her chest. Still, Carmen was persistent, and Lily could tell there was no getting out of it.
"Alright," she finally agreed, trying to keep her voice light.
Carmen beamed, clearly pleased with the arrangement. "Good. I'll let Gabriel know when he gets here." She patted Lily's arm gently, as if she were her own daughter, before heading back to check on her work.
Lily sat down beside Jake, her heart racing. This night just got a lot more complicated.
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Theo
"Where are we going?" Daphne asked as Theo placed her weekend bag in the back of his trunk.
It was late November and the air was chilly. Theo wore a black sweater and dark jeans, a completely different look from his usual suit and tie. As he shut the trunk and opened the door for Daphne, she couldn't help but admire how his shoulders filled out his sweater. She waited for an answer as he walked around and slipped into the driver's seat.
"Well?"
"Emma and Nate are in town for the weekend," Theo said. "I invited them to come stay with me."
"But why did you make me pack a bag?"
"Obviously, as my girlfriend, you will be staying with me at my apartment, no?"
"You just assumed I would be okay with this?" Daphne huffed.
"Yes," Theo said. "You're completely okay with this."
"And why is that?"
"Because you're still on the clock," Theo teased. "Ava and James are coming over for dinner tonight too. And so are my parents and siblings."
"Why did you invite her?" Daphne frowned.
"I invited them. Not just her," Theo chuckled, taking Daphne's hand from her lap. "I figured I owe him an apology for the way I acted the other night."
"You don't owe him anything," Daphne said. "He was talking shit about you."
"Mmm, yes," Theo grinned. "You didn't seem too happy."
"I almost broke a nail fighting for your honor," Daphne sassed. "Until you swooped in."
"I suppose I owe you an apology for that as well," Theo sighed.
"What do you mean?" Daphne tilted her head.
"I don't usually behave that way-"
"I've noticed."
Theo grinned, "I'm sorry if I frightened you or startled you."
As Theo spoke, Daphne found herself peering at his profile. She felt her heart squeeze as his warm hand held hers tightly on his lap, his free hand resting on the steering wheel as his eyes watched the road.
"No one has ever protected me like that...." The words spilled out of Daphne's lips before she could stop herself. For a second, she felt her heart stop. She wanted to pull back all the words and push them down far within her soul.
But as Theo quickly glanced toward her and gave her a small smile, she felt like a little turtle coming out of her shell. He pulled her hand closer to his lap and sighed.
For the next several minutes, neither one spoke as they drove through the city to Theo's penthouse. When they arrived, the pair made their way up to the lavish home and prepared for their role as gracious hosts.
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Lily
Lily stepped out of the hospital, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she wrapped her arms around herself. The fluorescent lights of the entrance flickered slightly, casting an odd glow on the empty parking lot. She spotted Gabriel leaning casually against his motorcycle.
Her heart skipped a beat, awkwardness settling in as she approached him. The last time she had seen him, things were still messy between them, and now they were suddenly being thrown into this situation together. She tugged her jacket tighter around her, feeling the chill but more so the nerves bubbling up inside.
"I... I'll just take an Uber," she blurted out, trying to avoid his gaze as she fumbled in her pocket for her phone. But when she pulled it out, her stomach droppedâher phone was completely dead.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, watching her with that calm, unreadable expression of his. "Your phone's dead," he noted casually as if reading her mind.
Lily bit her lip, frustration rising. "I'll find a way... I don't want to bother you. Really, I'llâ"
Before she could finish, Gabriel reached for the spare helmet handing off the motorcycle's handle and held it out toward her.
"It's Alexa's," he said. "And you're not bothering me."
Lily looked at the helmet, then at him, and shook her head. "I... I can't. I'm scared of motorcycles."
Gabriel let out a quiet sigh, his gaze softening as he stepped closer, his presence steady and reassuring. "It's just a ride home, angel. I promise you'll be safe with me."
Lily hesitated, feeling the pull of his words but still terrified at the thought of getting on that bike. "I don't know..."
Gabriel, sensing her reluctance, met her eyes, holding her gaze with quiet confidence. "You trust me, don't you?"
Without meaning too, Lily snorted, "No."
"Okay, rude," Gabriel's brows furrowed. "It's nothing crazy. Just put on the helmet."
Lily stared at the helmet in her hands, feeling the weight of it like a boulder. Her chest tightened, and she shook her head, stepping back a little.
"No, I can't do this," she muttered, her fingers tightening around the edges of the helmet. "I've never been on one before, and I justâwhat if something happens?"
Gabriel's gaze remained calm, but a hint of concern flickered in his eyes. He stepped closer, keeping his voice soft. "Nothing's going to happen. I'll make sure of it."
Lily shook her head again, more adamant this time. "It's dangerous. And frankly, I don't want to be around you."
"Then how are you getting back to your dorm?"
"I don't know!" Lily looked back at the hospital. "I'll wait for Jake."
Gabriel let out a slow breath and stepped forward. He reached out and took Lily's wrist before she could turn away for the entrance.
"I understand you're scared. But I've been riding for years," he said, looking into her eyes to make sure she heard his words. "You'll be safe."
Lily's heart was racing, and her feet felt glued to the ground. She wanted to trust him, but her fear was screaming louder.
"It's not that I don't think you're good at riding," she stammered, "it's justâI don't-"
Gabriel tilted his head slightly, stepping even closer so their faces were only inches apart.
"Look at me," he said quietly, and when she did, his eyes were steady, unwavering. "You will be safe. I'll go slow, and you can hold onto me as tight as you need. I won't do anything to scare you, okay?"
Lily hesitated, feeling the intensity of his gaze start to wear down her defenses. Her hands tightened around the helmet again, but now her grip was uncertain rather than resistant. "But..."
"I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think you could handle it," Gabriel continued, his voice a low, calming hum. "Trust me on this."
Lily could feel the sincerity in his words, and it began to chip away at the wall of fear she'd built up.
She let out a shaky breath, her mind running out of excuses. She looked down at the helmet in her hands, then back up at him. "This is a dumb idea."
Gabriel gave her a small smile. "It's okay to be scared."
After another long moment, Lily exhaled deeply, the last of her resistance crumbling. "Okay," she finally whispered, still nervous but no longer paralyzed by it. "But I swear, if you go fastâ"
"I won't," Gabriel interrupted, rolling his eyes as his smile widened just a little. "Scout's honor."
"You weren't a Scout," Lily muttered. "And I bet you have no honor."
"True," he chuckled, handing her the helmet again, "but I'm a pretty good liar when I need to be."
With a final sigh, Lily placed the helmet on her head, her fingers trembling as she adjusted the strap. Gabriel mounted the bike, waiting patiently for her to join him. Her heart raced as she cautiously climbed on behind him, her hands hovering awkwardly in the air for a moment before she finally wrapped them around his waist.
"Hold on tight," Gabriel said, his voice calm as ever. "You ready?"
Lily took a deep breath, her cheek pressed against his back as the engine roared to life. "No... but let's go before I change my mind."
With a reassuring squeeze of her hands on his waist, Gabriel started the motorcycle, the engine rumbled beneath them. He felt Lily's arms tighten around his waist almost immediately. The way her grip clenched, desperate and rigid, sent a flicker of concern through him. He could feel her fingers digging into his sides, as if she was holding on for dear life. Her breath was warm against his back, but it came in short, uneven bursts, betraying just how scared she really was.
Lily buried her face against his shoulder, trying to hide her fear, but Gabriel could feel it in every muscle in her body. She was stiff, almost frozen. Her knees pressed tightly against him, and her body barely moved with the rhythm of the bike as they coasted through the street.
Glancing down, Gabriel hesitated for a second before reaching back with one hand. He placed it gently on her leg, feeling the tension there too. His fingers squeezed lightly, a silent reassurance.
"You're okay," he called over the hum of the engine, though the words felt too quiet in the space between them.
As they slowed at a stoplight, he looked back over his shoulder and lifted his visor.
"Lily?"
Lily looked up and lifted her own visor, showing off her mossy green eyes, "What?"
"Take a deep breath for me, angel," Gabriel said.
"I'm okay," Lily muttered.
"You're going to leave permanent nail marks on my skin," Gabriel chuckled.
Lily muttered under her breath as she lowered her visor and inhaled deeply. Gabriel chuckled once more as he realized she was like a fiery little tiger cub, all her hair sticking up and a grumpy sour look on her face.
As he turned away and proceed toward campus, her face went back to being pressed against him. The way she held onto him, so tight and so afraid, made Gabriel grow concern. He'd expected her to be nervous, maybe even a little resistant, but this... she was truly scared.
For the first time in a long while, Gabriel found himself growing cautious. He slowed down and stuck to the shoulder of the road, allowing cars to pass him as he stayed well with in the speed limit.
After a short while, he gave her leg another squeeze, more firmly this time. "I'm right here. I'll go slow. You're not going anywhere."
Lily didn't say anything, but her arms tightened around him again. He kept his hand on her leg as they continued forward, his grip steady, keeping her grounded. With each careful turn and stretch of road, he stayed mindful of her, his thoughts less on the ride and more on her breathing, her closeness, the trust she had given him despite her fear.
When they finally arrived back on campus, Lily was in desperate need of water. Her fear had dried up her throat, and she felt as if her head was spinning. Gabriel parked the bike and waited for her to get off, but Lily couldn't move. Her legs felt like jelly, and the thought of standing on her own made her stomach flip.
Gabriel turned his head slightly, sensing her hesitation. Without saying a word, he swung off the bike and removed his helmet before moving to her side.
"May I?' Gabriel asked, pointing to the helmet. Lily nodded and he proceed to unclasp it and remove it from her head. His expression softened when he saw how pale she looked. Her hair was a mess but she still looked beautiful.
"Come here," Gabriel said quietly, his voice low and reassuring.
Lily blinked, still clutching the handlebars like her life depended on it. She stared at his outstretched hand for a moment, her heart still pounding from the ride. Gabriel raised an eyebrow, then gently reached for her, his hands slipping under her arms to lift her off the bike with surprising care. His touch was warm, steadying her as her feet hit the ground.
"There you go," he murmured, his hands lingering just a moment longer to make sure she was balanced. Lily swayed slightly, but Gabriel's arm came around her waist, holding her upright. She felt his warmth through the thin fabric of her clothes, the steady beat of his chest as he stood close.
For a moment, everything around them stilled. The wind rustled gently through the trees, and the faint hum of distant cars filled the night air. Gabriel was unusually quiet, his gaze soft as he looked down at her.
"You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice almost tender. "I got you."
Lily's breath hitched, and for a brief second, she let herself feel the comfort in his words. The way his arm held her, the quiet assurance in his voiceâit almost felt... sweet. Like he genuinely cared. Her eyes met his, and the world seemed to blur for a moment. The hard edges of his usual cocky demeanor had melted away, leaving behind someone who wasâdare she say itâgentle.
But then, reality crashed back in like a cold wave. She remembered who he was. Gabriel, the shameless flirt who always charmed his way through life, especially with his sister's friends. She wasn't special to him. This was just another one of his games, another conquest to flirt with.
Lily snapped out of it, taking a quick step back and breaking free from his touch. Her defenses went back up in an instant.
"Thanks," she said, her tone suddenly sharp, "but I didn't need you to carry me like some damsel in distress." She crossed her arms, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Gabriel blinked, clearly confused by the sudden shift, but then a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Ah, there it is," he said, leaning back slightly with his arms crossed. "The cold front. I was wondering when that would show up."
Lily glared at him, frustration bubbling up again. "You're such an ass, you know that?"
"Hey, you're the one who was clinging onto me for dear life," Gabriel called after her, amusement lacing his voice.
Lily stopped, her fists clenched at her sides, her face flushed. "I wasn't clinging onto you," she shot back, refusing to look at him.
"Sure, you weren't," he teased, stepping closer, his voice playful but laced with that familiar smugness. "But it's okay, I'll let you pretend it never happened."
Lily huffed in frustration, storming off without another word. Gabriel watched her go, the smirk lingering on his face, though his eyes were still soft.