A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Chapter 775

Calliope and her friends were gathered in a cozy private booth at their favorite

downtown bistro, the table crowded with plates of burgers, loaded fries, and all

sorts of comfort food. Laughter and chatter filled the air as they dug in.

"They didn't follow us in here, did they?" Portia asked, glancing over her shoulder,

her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"No way," Quentin replied, shaking his head. "This place is reservation-only, and

it's always packed. Even if you book ahead, there's a long wait."

Portia scrunched up her nose, clearly unimpressed. "Thank goodness. Just

seeing the Jewell family ruins my appetite. Why would they think Callie would ever

help them, after everything they've done to her?"

Mavis nodded emphatically. "Seriously, the Jewells are the worst."

"Let's not talk about them while we eat," Calliope said, brushing off the subject

with a wave of her hand.

She'd finally come to terms with the fact that the Jewell family had nothing to do

with her anymore, and honestly, she didn't care about them at all. If they wanted

to waste their time tailing her, that was their problem, not hers.

"Yeah, no more talk about them!" Norton chimed in, grinning as he reached for

the food. Besides, aren't

auction tomorrow?"

eyes sparkled with excitement. "I've been dying

auction for ages. I heard

Maybe I'll find something I

you want, I'm sure they'll have it," Julius said

hoping to get?"

her with genuine curiosity.

sitting between Norton

her a little

freeze for a second.

I kinda like everything," she replied, trying to sound

you really want, let me know. I'll get

tone

had asked him to play along, and Norton was nothing if not a

Portia arched an eyebrow,

impressed by Norton's performance.

you're too sweet.

I

just extra

eyes?"

saying

said plenty.

"Ooooh!" and elbowed

on Mavis's other side, shot Norton

stared right back. "Something wrong, Mr. Stewart? You look a little

grumbled,

Mavis felt more than a

the whole

pretty