Ruined By My Brother's Best Friend (by Silverwriter) novel Chapter 156

I glanced down at my blue maxi dress and looked back up at her, “If this is your definition of grand, I’d say your fashion sense is lacking.” Of course, I followed up with a laugh of my own.

Archie, being as oblivious as he always was to the tension, chuckled as he looked between us. “You two do have something in common after all.”

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Ruined By My Brother’s Best Friend

Francesca rubbed his arm, “Yes, baby.”

think I needed to puke. Where was the restroom?

I was about to stand to go find it when Sierra sucked in a sharp breath. I glanced at her, “What’s wrong?”

“He’s approaching our table.”

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My shoulders sagged before I straightened out, wearing my best poker face. I smelt him before I saw him, and the hair on my body stood on alert, a stupid shiver running up and down my spine.

“The man of the moment,” Archie said, standing up.

I relaxed into the chair and watched them shake hands.

Alvise looked sharp in his suit, his diamond cufflinks glinting as he moved his hand and slipped it into his pocket:

Even with his attention on us, everyone within our eyesight had their eyes on him, watching him like he was a piece of gold in the midst of aluminium. I wished I was exaggerating.

“Congratulations,” Francesca said, standing to hug him.

Alvise stood stiffly, not putting his hands around her to hug her back, before turning to Sierra.

My best friend grabbed my hand from under the table, practically shaking. “Congratulations,” she said, her voice so strained, I barely recognised it.

He was making her nervous. It didn’t surprise me.

His very blue eyes, only comparable to the ocean, found mine.