Hanging up, Scarlett rolled the car window down.
The warm summer breeze swept into the cabin, tossing her hair and carrying away the dark clouds that had hung over her for years.
Later that evening, on the breezy terrace of the Lunaria Rooftop.
Talia had already claimed a cozy corner table. Spotting Scarlett, she immediately waved her over.
“Over here!”
Scarlett smiled and walked over. Just as she sat down, Chatwin Wyatt and Julian Croft arrived at the entrance, walking shoulder-to-shoulder.
Both men were dressed down for the evening.
Chatwin wore a slate-grey silk shirt with the top two buttons undone, paired with sleek black trousers that highlighted his tall, lean frame.
Julian opted for a cream linen tee, khaki chinos, and white sneakers. The ambient terrace lighting cast a warm, golden glow over him, giving him an aura of refined, approachable elegance.
One was sharply sophisticated; the other was warm and classic. Standing next to each other, they looked like models fresh out of a fashion editorial. It was a striking contrast to their usual corporate armor, and quite a few heads turned as they walked in.
Talia immediately let out a loud, appreciative wolf-whistle.
“Wow! Look at you two! Dressed to kill tonight, aren’t we?”
Chatwin winked playfully. “So, little one. Who wore it better?”
Talia beamed. “Oh, a solid tie. Different aesthetics, but equally gorgeous. You’re definitely giving a girl palpitations!”
“Alright, Chatwin, you sit across from me. Julian, you take the seat across from Scarlett. Let’s get some drinks and toast to our girl finally escaping her personal nightmare!”
Talia was buzzing with infectious energy.
Smiling at her enthusiasm, the men sat down and raised their glasses.
“To you, Scarlett,” Chatwin toasted. “May you finally spread your wings and fly free.”


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