From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 207

Meanwhile, on the other side of town.

Anthea had proinised Sherman Christensen a dinner out on Saturday night, to after spending the day window shopping, the holed up in het hotel room in the evening to look for a restmeani

She found a well reviewed vegetarian bist online and looked up at Sarah “Hey Sarah, let’s go out for dinner tonight.”

“you’re taking Mr Oxistensen out?” Sarah inquired

Althea noaded slightly

Clutching her phone, Sarah said. “Ann, count me out”

“Why’s that Anthea asked, puzzled.

ntinued. “Mr. Christensen’s got this intense num, I just can’t handle it! Every time I get into his car, I feel like I can’t breathe…”

ah wasn’t lying. She genuinely felt a bit intimidated by Sherman. Sure, he was handsome, followed a strict vegetarian diet, and was voutly spintual, but her fear seemed to emanate from her very bones, completely beyond her control.

Cunous Sarah followed up. “Ann, aren’t you even a little scared of Mr. Christensen?”

Anthea raised an evebrow playfully, “Scared? What’s there to be scared of? He doesn’t bite!”

“I

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but he’s just… intimidating!” Sarah added, “You go on, I’ll wait for you here at the hotel.”

Truth be told, Sarah had her own little plan.

no ordinary guy, and

and seemed cold, Sarah had a hunch that he felt something special for Anthea.

together? Sarah definitely didn’t

we’re going to Capital City’s most famous vegetarian bistro tonight. You

the door, “Oh, Ann, stop worrying about me. Go on, have

grabbed her hat from the coat rack and placed it on her head, “Alright, I’m

“Mhm” Sarah nodded.

20–minute walk. Considering Capital City’s notorious traffic jams, Anthea chose

of snow

began to set, its rays refracted off the snow casting

and draped in a knee–length beige wool coat. Her hat, with a veil shading her face, added a touch

but give her admining glances.

arrived at the

in a simple, elegant suit, a rosary

out the

adding an icy veneer

to hold his gaze for

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Mr. Christensen, Anthea said as she

at her, replying briefly, “Only a few minutes

took off her hat and placed it on the

got her a cup of

gently. It was crisp and sweet on the palate a sign of fine tea.

sip and asked, “Have you