Cleo sat elegantly in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded as she leaned back, exuding an air of defiance. The table was set for two, yet the seat opposite her remained conspicuously empty. As she surveyed the restaurant, her gaze fell upon couples dining and sharing intimate moments. A scoff escaped her lips. "If only Keiran hadn't fucked my life over." Because of that man, she found herself trapped in this ill-fated blind date orchestrated by her mother.
She longed to be like Alexandra, who was now six months into a blissful pregnancy with a loving husband by her side. Or like her twin sister, Cloe, who was swept off her feet by Ms. Anita's son—a young man who toiled tirelessly to provide for them, dreaming of the day he could marry her sister.
