STELLA
I didn’t know what I expected when we stepped into the confectionery shop, but it definitely wasn’t the scene that greeted us. The air was sweet with the scent of chocolate and sugar, the shelves lined with colourful candies and decadent pastries. But the moment Tristan and I stepped inside, the room fell silent—except for the faint sound of camera shutters clicking.
I could feel the eyes on us, the murmur of voices as people realized who we were.
It wasn’t surprising, but it was still… unnerving.
Tristan smiled politely, his usual charming self, while I awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, trying to ignore the whispers and the not-so-subtle attempts at taking pictures. I just wanted a damn doughnut.
“I swear, it’s like I’m a zoo animal,” I muttered under my breath, eyeing the
