Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 790:

“You’re not letting me down,” he assured her. “Come on, there’s a sofa over there. Take a break.”

He guided her to a plush couch in a quieter corner and thoughtfully placed a pillow behind her back.

“Relax here for a bit. I’ll grab you something to eat.”

Rachel sighed, the relief washing over her now that she was off her feet. “Are there any desserts?” She had been craving something sugary all day.

“Of course, give me a minute,” he said with a small smile before heading off.

As she settled in, a well-dressed server approached with a warm, professional demeanor, bending slightly to meet her eye level. “Ms. Marsh, we provide comfortable flats for our guests. They’re stylish and elegant. I noticed your discomfort—may I bring you a pair that matches your outfit?”

Rachel blinked in surprise before nodding. “That would be great. Let me take a look.”

Her new heels were already starting to rub uncomfortably against her skin, so without hesitation, she picked a pair of elegant crystal flats that perfectly complemented her dress.noveldrama

The level of service here was undeniably exceptional.

Once she had chosen, the server graciously assisted her in slipping them on, even adding a pair of soft insoles for extra comfort.

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝔂 𝓈𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝗀𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈𝖛𝗲𝗅𝘀．𝚌𝗈𝗺

Meanwhile, upstairs, Ronald approached Brian. “Sir, as you requested, everything has been taken care of. Ms. Marsh has changed into the new shoes.”

“Perfect.”

Ronald hesitated before adding, “A lot of people have been asking for you. Shall we head down now?”

“Not just yet. Let’s wait a little longer.”

Just as Rachel finished putting on her new shoes, Allan returned, carrying a plate of desserts. The desserts came in an array of vibrant colors and intricate designs, each one more tempting than the last.

Once she had satisfied her craving for something sweet, she rejoined Allan in mingling with the other guests.

“Mr. Brian White is here.”

As soon as the words were spoken, every head in the room turned in his direction. Unlike most attendees who arrived with partners, he had come alone.

“Is Mr. White here on his own?” someone whispered.

“Looks like it.”

“From what I recall, he usually shows up to these gatherings alone. So does that mean we still have a shot?”

A group of socialites exchanged curious glances, whispering among themselves.

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