Chapter 42

Raising her eyes, Mikayla couldn't see who had been staring at her. She shrugged it off, but her surprise grew when Carlos placed a perfectly peeled shrimp on her plate.

'How does he know everything about me? Mikayla wondered, feeling a bit exposed around Carlos.

"Carlos, you're so nice to Mikayla, Natasha exclaimed, casting an envious glance toward Mikayla.

"Of course he does! Mikayla will be his wife. Who else should he treat well!" Selena remarked, her eyes twinkling with affection for her seemingly clueless daughter. "That's right, a husband should always treat his wife well," Natasha agreed, smiling sweetly.

The meal went great, and everyone enjoyed themselves. After dinner, Carlos played chess with Garrett, while Natasha took Mikayla to her art studio

"Mikayla, what does it feel like to be in love!" Natasha asked as Mikayla pushed her wheelchair toward the studio.

After a moment of thought, Mikayla replied softly, "When he's by your side, it feels like the whole world is beautiful"

"Is that how you feel with Carlos?" Natasha's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Yes," Mikayla admitted. Whenever Carlos was around, she would feel a deep sense of peace.

ever get to experience love" Natasha

will," Mikayla assured her. "Every girl has a prince charming

"Really?" Natasha asked

in Natasha's eyes,

spirit. Mikayla could only imagine the immense care and love her parents

art studio, It was

my time here, Natasha said, maneuvering her wheelchair with ease

the room spoke of a world carefully crafted through her brushstrokes,

talented,

I'm still stuck in this chair?" Natasha's

to Natasha's words. Maybe it was better

push me over there?" Natasha pointed to

room was meticulously decorated, but what caught Mikayla's

thought, "This can't

this room is filled with portraits of Carlos, Natasha

paused before a painting of a young Carlos, around II or 12 years old. Even as a child, he was strikingly handsome, his

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