Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 330

The dinner venue had been switched to a much fancier restaurant this time- somewhere with real privacy, the kind of place where the waiters wear crisp white shirts and the wine list is longer than your Christmas shopping list.

The moment you stepped inside, you were hit with a sense of opulence-soft golden lights, thick carpets, and the gentle clink of champagne flutes. The private dining room had a long table dressed up with tasteful floral arrangements and elegant place settings. It all felt very "Gatsby's mansion, minus the jazz band."

Eloise entered first, greeting a couple of foreign guests with the classic European cheek kiss-double tap, smiles all around-before politely taking her seat.

Sylvia trailed behind her, a little out of her depth, and had barely taken two steps when a tall figure suddenly blocked her path.

"Hey there, miss."

Sylvia looked up, surprised to recognize one of her favorite Italian designers— Mark. His name was straight out of the Bible, a classic in Italy, but his creations were anything but traditional. He was famous for his bold, innovative designs, and rumor had it he drew inspiration from his own personal muse. Probably a hopeless romantic, Sylvia thought.

She couldn't quite believe he was talking to her. She was about to offer a handshake, but he went in for a hug instead his hands sliding from her shoulder down her back. It made her bristle a little, but she reminded herself that Europeans had different ideas about personal space.

Still, when he leaned in for a cheek kiss, she instinctively put up a hand to stop him. Thankfully, Eloise stepped in, greeting Mark with a quick hug of her own.

it's been ages! I saw your latest collection-absolutely stunning," Eloise

And this young lady is...?" Mark nodded

protective mentor, blocked him a little and replied offhandedly, "She's my intern. Come on,

tension she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone

genuinely happy for the first time in weeks. Sylvia

her. Mark was sitting across from her, raising his glass with a charming

replied, barely able to hide her excitement at being noticed by her idol. She took a sip

wasn't the usual buzz from a glass of

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table, her eyes landing on Mark. Across the flickering candlelight and bouquets, he caught her eye, lifting his glass in a silent toast, his

something embarrassing, or worse. As the others chatted, she quietly pushed back her chair, hoping to slip out

tried to stand, a strong hand gripped her

bit too much? Let me help you get some fresh air," Mark said, his

tried to speak, only a weird, strangled sound came out.

away. Mark's grip tightened slightly, still polite on the