Divorced Heiress
Chapter 25

The bottle of the best wine from Eclipse bar ran out and Abby didn't hesitate to order another one, ev "And here we can see the woman who never wanted to taste a drop of alcohol in her life." I said playfu "I had to endure the unpleasant time that woman gave us. I don't understand how you put up with he And yes, I should have demanded respect from the beginning, but I wanted to please the Lancaster fa showing myself submissive and obedient to them.

"The good thing is that eventually, Sari hit her with words. That is more painful and humiliating." Paul "Anyway, I'll steal Sara for a moment. We'll give a show tonight. I hope you haven't forgotten how to da Paul stood up from his seat smiling and offered me his hand to help me up.

I left the wine glass on the table and without hesitation, took his hand to get up.

"If I came here tonight, it's for a reason." I responded playfully, and Abby jumped up from her seat, ge "Oh no, don't think you two will have all the fun." She said.

"Vincent, get your grumpy ass up. You better be able to dance. I don't want to be the laughingstock of Vincent rolled his eyes in annoyance, showing his disagreement about dancing with Abby.

I couldn't help but laugh, knowing that Vincent wasn't much of a dancer despite being good at it. He p "I hate to disappoint you, but I have two left feet." Vincent lied blatantly with his neutral expression, b "Don't try to fool me. I know you can dance even with your eyes closed. You knew we were coming her "That's the way I like it. Let's go dance!"

Abby dragged Vincent away, and as they passed by me, he threw me a look screaming 'Save me!' I sho My friend was right, he knew we came to dance. I wouldn't feel right leaving him alone in the private r He was serious, focused on what he considered relevant, discreet, and cold when he wanted to be. On of what others thought.

They probably wouldn't last more than five minutes alone.

ugh I hadn't finished my second glass yet.

I moved my glass before taking a sip of the sweet and exquisite wine.

many years. I would have punched her from the very beginning." Abby responded with a furrowed brow, obviously upset about my ex sister-in-law. some way for the sake of Alexander, to have the dreamt and happy marriage that I imagined by his side. However, I only allowed constant humiliations by

ened, proud of me, and I smiled as I remembered Gina's colorful face before she disappeared. ngo."

y attention.

ty."

ed to stay away at his table with his drink.

y didn't care. She took his hand and pulled him, making him get up.

nce. Now, for your own good, you'll go with me." Abby spoke to him so seriously that I could see a little fear in Vincent's eyes. He ended up nodding his head.

head.

hile the rest of us had fun. Although, on the other hand, I understand why he wouldn't want to dance with Abby, considering how different she was from him. her hand, my friend was an irreparable lunatic, reckless, liberal, spoke her mind without filters, and lived every day as if there was no tomorrow, regardless

Paul and I followed the odd couple to the dance floor. We waited for the last piece to finish and the next one to begin, so I could join my body with Paul's when he placed his hand on my back and we danced to the rhythm of the music.

I followed his lead, starting slow, and his good footwork made me feel at ease. We danced from side to side, delicately holding onto his back. I could barely see Abby, who had her forehead pressed against Vincent's cheek, dancing to their own beat. "Did you receive my flowers?" Paul suddenly asked in the middle of the dance, and I locked my eyes with his, which still looked tired.

Suddenly, I felt guilty for allowing him to attend this late-night gathering of friends instead of going to the mansion to rest for a long week of work.

I remembered the last time he sent me flowers to my office, the day my father told me we were invited to Fashion Week. I didn't even read the note; I already had an idea of what it said, the same as always, that my beauty couldn't be compared to any flower. "Yes, they were very beautiful, but you shouldn't have bothered." I said before performing a smooth leg break and bend with sensuality, slightly crouched, and returned to Paul's chest to continue walking. He looked at me with a smile, as if he was seeing an impressive diamond.

"I did it because it came from my heart, it's the least I could do while being far away. And what do you think about the last note? Do you have an answer?" He suddenly asked, and my mind went blank.

The only thing I could think of was pressing my forehead against his cheek and increasing the walking speed with a syncopated cut, carefully moving across the dance floor to avoid colliding with other couples.

I wanted to avoid giving an answer to that question that I had no idea about, while trying to come up with something to get out of the uncomfortable situation.

At one point, he turned me around, causing my back to lean against his chest, and we both performed a leg break. Before I could turn around, I found Gina's face on the second floor, watching the scene from the railing with a disapproving expression. Next to her was the bar's owner, Alexander's best friend, who seemed to be trying to intimidate me with his gaze.

I smiled slightly and turned to continue the walk after a subtle hook.

"Are you avoiding me? Or are you too focused on dancing?" Paul asked, and I gave up, it was better to speak the truth.

"Paul, I didn't read the note, I have no idea what you're talking about." I said honestly, hoping he would show his discontent with my lack of interest. However, I was surprised when he smiled from ear to ear.

"That's not a problem, I'm telling you personally." He said, pressing his forehead against mine, and my body tensed.

I know it's part of the dance, but I felt nervous considering that he would tell me what I foolishly didn't read, it would have saved me all this.

"Sari." He moved his face away from me, enough to gaze directly into my eyes, and the pace of our steps slightly slowed down.

"Many years have passed, and I'm still waiting for you, without losing hope that you'll give me the opportunity to be by your side and by Tristan's side. You know how much I adore your son, and I wouldn't mind being the father he needs." I held my breath, knowing where the conversation was heading, even though he sent me flowers whenever he could, he stopped insisting years ago, and he was still waiting for me to open my heart again, and for him to be the lucky one.

But all these years, I hadn't thought of anything else but the company and my son, I didn't have time to think about love affairs even if I wanted to.

"Paul..." I started to say, but was interrupted by a male voice.