“This pastry is delicious,” Marcel remarked, savoring another bite.
Jenna smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Do you remember the first time you mocked me?”
Marcel laughed, the memory vividly coming back to him. “How could I forget? You threw that cake right in my face. It was the first time anyone had ever dared to insult me like that.”
“You were the first man to ever make fun of me like that, too,” Jenna replied, her voice softening. “But now, looking back, it’s almost endearing. Our start was always explosive. Even after five years, all we did was argue and despise each other. But beneath all that, there was love buried deep within those feelings, waiting to be uncovered,” she murmured, her gaze lingering on his face.
Marcel hummed in agreement, nodding his head at Jenna.
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