New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Happy birthday

Talia made her way through the crowded room of the party, her gaze focused on her phone as she checked a message. In her distraction, she accidentally bumped into Christian, causing his champagne to spill onto his clothes. "Oh no, I'm so sorry!" Talia gasped, her eyes widening in alarm as she noticed the stain spreading on Christian's suit.

Christian blinked in surprise, then let out a soft sigh. "It's alright, accidents happen," he reassured her, though there was a hint of annoyance at the inconvenience.

Feeling guilty, Talla quickly grabbed a napkin from a nearby table and started dabbing at the stain.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your suit," she apologized again, her voice tinged with regret.

Christian chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension. "Don't worry about it. It's just a little spill, nothing major."

Despite his reassurance, Talia's panic didn't subside. "I'll replace your shirt, or I can have it dry cleaned," she offered, her voice slightly frantic.

Before Christian could decline her offers, Talia kept talking, almost rambling. "I'll do anything to make it up to you, really. I'm so sorry."

Christian glanced at Talla, finally taking notice of her beyond the mishap. He was struck by how beautiful she looked, even in her flustered state. "It's really not necessary," he started to say, but Talia's persistence caught him off guard. Talia shot him a small, apologetic smile. "I just feel terrible about this. Please, let me make it right"

Christian found himself at a loss for words. He had been too preoccupied with his now stained suit that he didn't take a good look of the person who bumped into him.

"Hey, are you okay? Talia asked him as Christian kept staring at her.

Christian glanced up and nodded. "Um yes, I'm fine. Excuse me."

Talia watched him go with a confused expression etched on her face. She blame herself for being so clumsy and reckless. She watched his figure disappear from the crowd before continuing her walk

a stool and ordered her favorite drink, a martini, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes. As she waited for her order, a familiar voice spoke from behind her. "Back then, you never liked to drink," the voice remarked, causing Claire to turn

standing there with an air of familiarity that she found irritating. She rolled her eyes in response to his comment. "We should really stop meeting like this. It's becoming quite tiresome," she retorted, her tone laced with annoyance. Alex scoffed, his expression mirroring

sip of her martini, relishing the

but notice her second order. "Going for round two already?" he remarked,

can handle it," she replied confidently, taking another

his tone slightly accusatory. "How did you even get in here? This

out, raising an eyebrow.

a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh,

air

buying into her vague response. "You probably

How scandalous," she quipped

like seeing me doing much better than you?" she added with a smirk, a subtle jab

He took a swig of his whiskey, the burn of the alcohol serving as a distraction from the tension between them. "You always have a way with words, Claire,"

lingering sense of unease in the air once

swirling with a mixture of irritation and a strange kind

guests mingled at the elegant party venue. The host's voice cut through the buzz, announcing that it was time for everyone to take their seats at their respective tables. Christian made his way towards

mild confusion at his friend sudden appearance. He followed Christian's movements, noting the flustered expression

he joined Christian at the bar, curious about his friend's

finally looking up at Alex. "Mate, I just saw the most beautiful

"Ah, I see. Take it easy, mate. Don't drink too much and make a fool of

of his daze. "Might as well do it. I made a fool

happened, mate. I'm sure you will find your way

their way back