Little Angel

Chapter:26

Vivian Flammery.
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People have already started dancing and enjoying the party after the presentation. The lights are dim, and the atmosphere is electrifying. People are chatting and laughing. Some are dancing, while others are seated and enjoying their drinks.

I am watching everyone as I stand with Gabriel and his parents, as Sofy and Archer have already gone to the dance floor, and soon Charlotte have also drag Angus on a dance floor in the middle of the room, leaving us alone.

We spent the next hour mingling with Gabriel's business partners, discussing his project, and exploring potential collaborations. I was struck by the respect and admiration they had for Gabriel. He was not only a brilliant innovator but also a visionary leader who inspired loyalty and trust.

As the night passed, I myself was drawn into the world of wealth and power that Gabriel inhabited. I met influential businessmen, politicians, and celebrities. They were all eager to speak to Gabriel, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer magnitude of his influence. As we continued to mingle, Gabriel introduced me to each of his partners as his girlfriend, proudly. His charm and wit captivated the room, and I couldn't help but admire the man I had fallen for.

Gabriel's possessive nature was evident in the way he held me close and the way he glared at any man who dared to look at me for too long. His eyes followed me everywhere I went when Sofy took me away to dance with her, but the longest he stayed away was for 15 minutes, and his hand never left mine for too long.

"So what do you want to do now, Bellissima?" He asks after we excuse ourselves from the group of men with whom we are talking.

I don't know why, but I can't stop myself from saying the next thing.

"Let's dance."

The music changed to a slow and romantic song, and Gabriel took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. He swung me one time on our way there and pulled me close, wrapping both of his hands around my waist.

He pulls me closer until there's no space left between us, his strong arms wrapped securely around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning into his warmth. We swayed to the gentle rhythm of the music, the rest of the world fading away as our foreheads pressed against each other.

"Bellissima," Gabriel whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for being here with me tonight."

I can feel his love and affection for me in every word, and my heart swells with happiness.

"You were magnificent tonight." My voice was soft. "I am so proud of you." I said that and looked at his handsome face.

"Thank you." He smiled, and I pressed my cheek on his shoulder as we swayed slowly to the music.

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Gabriel Armstrong.

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She looks magnificent today; her beauty is radiating like a thousand stars.

We are on our way back home, as she was sleeping in my lap, wrapped around my suit jacket, with her heels in my hand. Her feet started to hurt as she was wearing these stupid high heels all night. As soon as she told me that, I told her to remove them and carry her the whole way to the car.

All the people were looking at us, but fuck them, who cares what they think?

I don't know why women wear this deathtrap and do this with their feet. I thought.