Beth's POV
I swallowed hard, trying to maintain a facade of calmness.
As we waited for our meal, I discreetly scanned the restaurant, taking in the opulent decor.
The hotel's interior was a masterpiece, with crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, intricately carved masterpieces adorning the walls, and exquisite portraits that seemed to whisper stories of their own.
As I continued to scan the room, my gaze landed on a man who seemed entranced by Michelle. His eyes were fixed on her, his stare unwavering. I tried to catch her attention, whispering her name in a hushed tone. "Psst, Miche..." But she didn't seem to hear me, oblivious to the stranger's intense gaze.
I tried again, this time a bit more urgently. "Miche, hey!" But she was too engrossed in her conversation with Clara
