Chapter 136
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At the pizza joint, as soon as the group of five—three men, two women—stepped through the door, every head in the diner turned their way. Admiring glances followed them from every corner, regardless of age or gender.
Choosing discretion over spectacle, they made a beeline for one of the private rooms tucked away from prying eyes.
No sooner had the group vanished from view than the place buzzed with excited whispers.
“Damn, did you see that crew? Absolute stunners! I thought they were movie stars for a second!”
“Forget celebrities—those five are like characters out of a high-budget video game. I could stare at them all night!”
“They are way too attractive. I’d swap five years of my life just to have a shot with one of them!”
Speculation swirled. “Three guys and two girls. Think any of them are single? If they weren’t hiding in a private room, I’d walk right over and ask for a number!”
The debate ended as reality sank in. “Give it up. Folks like that don’t mix with us mortals. Just focus on your pizza.”
Meanwhile, inside their cozy room, none of the gossip reached their ears.
Hardly had Christina settled into her seat before both Dylan and Elliott slid in, one on each side.
Left with no room to squeeze in, Davina’s hand hovered midair in defeat. A sly smile flickered across her face, but she didn’t bother calling out the obvious. Instead, she glided into the next available spot with practiced ease.
Watching her best friend sandwiched between two impossibly attractive men, Davina felt a twinge of envy mixed with pride. Christina really was living out a modern-day fantasy—two gorgeous guys practically tripping over themselves for her attention.
𝕄𝖆𝗂𝗇 𝖈𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝗘𝗗 at galn𝗈v𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈𝗺
If marrying two men were on the table, Davina would’ve encouraged her best friend to marry both of them.
“Alright, everyone. What’s the game plan for food? Place your orders,” Davina announced, shifting the focus to dinner.
Christina declared, “I’ll take care of the orders for Davina and myself. The rest of you can pick what you want.”
Having decided on the food choice for herself and Davina, Christina moved to put down the menu. No sooner had she held it out than Dylan and Elliott both reached for it at once, their hands almost colliding.
For a moment, Christina sat frozen, clutching the menu as indecision flickered across her face. Handing it to either Dylan or Elliott first seemed like an impossible choice—no matter what she did. Across the table, Davina watched with undisguised amusement, soaking in every detail of the unfolding drama, thoroughly entertained from her ringside seat. Whoever claimed that a woman’s worth faded with divorce clearly hadn’t met Christina. In this room, Christina was the center of gravity. Anyone unable to spot the difference between gold and gravel clearly needed their eyes checked. Dylan and Elliott, at least, weren’t so blind—both men could see Christina’s brilliance. She was a rare find, extraordinary in every respect.
Part of Davina wanted to stir the pot even further—maybe hatch a plan to nudge one or both of the men closer to her best friend.
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