Tessa was tickled pink by Marissa's words.

Finally, she looked at Marissa helplessly. "Say, Marissa, do you even hear yourself? I'm Stephen's girlfriend. You're currently trying to convince me to bring my boyfriend to my love rivals' birthday party, you know?"

She wasn't mad. If anything, she was just baffled by the absurdity of the request.

Marissa raised a hand and swore, "Trust me. I just don't want to leave any regrets. You just have to bring him along. You can flaunt your relationship with him. I'm totally fine with that. I just want him to attend my birthday party for once. Scout's honor."

Then, she grabbed Tessa's arm and shook it like a spoiled child begging for candy. "Please, Tessa. You're the bestest friend ever, aren't you? Just say yes. I really don't mean any harm. I promise I won't ask this of you ever again, so please?"

Tessa furrowed her brows, deep in thought.

Marissa continued to plead her case, "I swear I won't do anything to him. Just consider my decision to hold this birthday bash as me closing the chapter to my unrequited love for him."

After a beat, Tessa sighed in resignation. "Fine."

Marissa's face lit up with joy as she grinned. "Thanks, Tessa. Lunch is on me!"

Tessa, Marissa, and Stephen were sitting around a round table inside a restaurant's private room.

Marissa handed the menu over to Tessa, letting her order.

They had chosen an Ucresian restaurant for lunch.

Tessa ordered a few dishes she liked, one of them being lightly poached shrimp.

since she was a kid. Usually, the servants back home would peel them before serving them on the

served herself a shrimp, wiped her hands, and got ready to peel it

the shrimp from her

thief, only to find Stephen already peeling the shrimp for

of the norm about it.

surprise, instinctively shooting a glance at Marissa, who looked stunned. But a dark look tinged

it in the sauce and placed

quietly, "Thank you." Then, she began to

even finished her first shrimp when Stephen was done removing the shell from the

strained. "Stevie, I didn't think you'd ever peel a

was pretty much

He had

on

So, he had never

his own shrimp, much

someone else's.

his skill, it was obvious that this

gaze was

focused as

somewhat absentmindedly, "Tessa's

Of

her. Am I

her do it herself?"

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