Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 329

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**Chapter 329**

**AUTHOR’S POV.**

A surge of excitement fluttered within Alina as she caught sight of three familiar figures nestled around a cozy table in the café’s inviting corner. It felt as though time had delicately sculpted their features, each line and curve a testament to the laughter they had shared and the wisdom they had accumulated over the years. Yet, despite the subtle changes that life had etched upon them, she recognized the vibrant spirits of the women who had once been her steadfast companions. A wave of nostalgia washed over her, enveloping her in the warmth of cherished memories—her mother’s gentle coaxing to indulge in afternoon teas, where the air was filled with laughter mingling with the sweet, enticing aroma of freshly baked pastries. Standing there, it felt as if the veil of her past had lifted, and these three women had transformed into beacons of everything she held dear.

A playful snort escaped Alina’s lips, laced with a hint of sarcasm. “Looks like the sun decided to take the day off when it comes to me. Hi Aunty Juliette!”

“Well, we’ll just have to drag it back out, won’t we?” Clarice chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, sit down! You look like someone just snatched your favorite puppy away.”

“If anyone dared to steal her puppy,” Luna interjected with a smirk, “I’m quite sure she’d set the entire city ablaze. Thankfully, she doesn’t have one to worry about!”

The laughter that erupted from the trio enveloped Alina like a warm embrace, momentarily slicing through the fog of her anxious thoughts. It felt good, even if only for a fleeting moment, to bask in the sounds of joy and familiarity.

As they ordered a delightful array of pastries, sandwiches, and decadent desserts—each bite bursting with flavor—Alina found herself transported back to her childhood favorites, each taste a note in a nostalgic symphony. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a delightful blend of gossip, business chatter, and playful banter that had once defined their gatherings. With every shared story, Alina couldn’t help but chuckle, their voices weaving together a rich tapestry adorned with the threads of their shared past.

“Do you like this new pastry chef?” one would inquire, prompting another to chime in with their thoughts on the latest flavor. “Your mom mentioned you’re working on something exciting?” they would ask, gently drawing Alina into their circle.

Yet, despite their efforts, Alina found herself struggling to fully engage. Her mind felt like a restless wanderer, drifting far from the laughter and warmth that enveloped her. Her phone lay face down on the table, its presence a constant reminder of the important call she was anxiously awaiting, a heartbeat echoing in the silence that she couldn’t ignore.

Juliette, ever perceptive, caught the flicker of distraction in Alina’s eyes. “Are you waiting for something important?” she asked, her tone matter-of-fact, as if she could read the unspoken worries swirling in Alina’s mind.

Alina swallowed hard, the lump in her throat betraying her unease. “Something like that,” she admitted, her voice barely rising above a whisper.

“Why not just enjoy the moment?” Juliette suggested, her voice soothing like a balm. “Take comfort in knowing that everything has a way of working out in the end.”

Alina envied that certainty, wishing desperately that she could embrace it as effortlessly as Juliette seemed to.

After indulging in their tea and pastries, Luna took Alina by the arm, leading her toward the company building. A wave of exhaustion washed over Alina, the weight of her thoughts pressing down more heavily on her mind than her physical state.

She had hoped they would return home, where she could curl up under a blanket and let the world fade away, but Luna had other plans.

“I want to show you something special,” she said, guiding Alina down the stairs toward the charity department.

As they entered the bustling hallway, Alina was struck by the vibrant energy surrounding her. Volunteers sorted through donations, laughter mingled with focused discussions, and the air was thick with purpose and determination. The scent of paper, coffee, and ambition enveloped her like a warm hug.

“This is yours to lead,” Luna said softly, her voice imbued with pride.

Alina blinked, taken aback. “Mine?” she echoed, disbelief coloring her tone.

Her father had briefly mentioned it during her announcement ceremony, but she had thought it was merely a formality, a fleeting promise rather than a tangible reality.

“Yes. Did you really think your father was just bluffing that night?” Luna asked, a hint of playful amusement in her voice.

“I suppose I did,” Alina replied with a shrug, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.

“Well, you guessed wrong. You’ll be introduced officially soon, but I wanted you to see it—truly see it—so you won’t feel overwhelmed when the time comes.”

As Alina walked through the department, she absorbed every detail—the smiles, the excited conversations about upcoming events, the eagerness in their eyes as they sought her thoughts. Their enthusiasm was infectious, wrapping around her like a warm blanket, momentarily distracting her from the anxious thrum of her phone.

But that distraction was fleeting.

Soon enough, the familiar tightening in her chest returned, the silence from Talia and Gabriel looming over her like a dark cloud.

Luna placed a comforting hand on her arm, her expression filled with concern. “Still nothing yet?” she asked gently.

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