Arella
THE SILKY-SMOOTH texture melted in my mouth was nothing like pure bliss. The perfect mix of sweet, bitter, and a tinge of citrus was heaven. Each bite made me float in the air.
I unwrapped another chocolate in heart-shaped— one of my favorite, and the first and original creation of Reigh Chocolates—The Reigh’s heart. I bit, and the hazelnut crackled under my teeth. Closing my eyes, I chewed and savored the irresistible rich bitter taste of the dark chocolate and the heavenly smell that fed my soul.
“Don’t,” I stopped Brett when he chuckled.
“I didn’t say anything, sweet corn.” He laughed softly, and I opened my eyes.
Our chocolate connoisseur, Michelle smiled sweetly at me. She’d been working for as long as I could remember, and she knew how much I loved chocolate, but I
