A Love Confession from Las Vegas

came pour

wind and heavy rain into a scene that felt more like midnight than early evening. Winnie pushed open the revolving door and stepped outside under

nds at her sides, star

urred into one chaotic exp

ty guards cast her a discreet glance, puzzled as to why

hock as he witnessed somet

appy fishtail gown, walked straig

!" he cried

ay back. Her voice, calm but nearly drowned b

ollapse with a high fever, so much the better. But years of fitnes

d unravel, and that dress would be ruined, making Wyatt despise her for her ungrateful

ignaling that all attendees had arrived. Winnie felt a bit relieved-no one else

aked her hair and skin. Muttering curses about Wyatt being a bastar

Maybach, longer than most cars, gliding past th

e sound of rain outside into a faint, soothing white noise. The windsh

man in the backseat that they had arrived. He had been resting with his eyes closed but

ner of his eye, and he issued

h graying temples, turned sl

e retracting his gaze, his expression as indifferent as ever.

ze, saw the figure in the

extending a silk shawl. It was lightweight and almost intangible in the hand, yet once draped ov

, devoid of unnecessary emotion

an umbrella that Winnie realized her outburst had

amed by gray at the temples, revea

out a breat

Besides, soaked as she was, her rain-streake

er long umbrella and

soft luster, exuding an elegance and gravitas rarely

azed. The next moment, a silk shawl was placed

ns of L.A., there are occasional

e replied simply,

nie inhaled subtly, catching a whiff of fabric softener on the shawl. It wasn't exactly a perfume-hard to define but

the side with a faint smile. He continued, "He asked me to tell yo

n to the rain, you d

banana leaves, creating a knowing echo. Following his words and gaze, sh

ghtly upward, allowing her to

s evident-his sharp jawline and hig

ude, hoping to return this favor

posture, his eyes half-closed and his brows faintly furrowed. He offered h

sat in the car. She was

here was an inherent nobility about

s, he didn't need to leave the

everyone was eager to flatter. After all, the rumor mill painted Van as someone with an unremarkable appearance. Yet the man in