"You can't heal a heart that is dead." Advira says with a blank face.
"Love can heal everything, a dead heart too." Dylan lets out with determination.
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Advira Bianchi, the name itself is enough to make people worry if they will be able to...
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ADVIRA'S POV
I look at the mirror for one last time and smile to myself satisfied with how I am looking. At first, I thought I would hire professional people to do my hair and makeup but then decided against it. Now, I think I have done correctly because I am looking good with the way I have gotten dressed.
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I take the gifts that I have purchased for Riya Mashi and Uncle Marco for their anniversary with me before walking out of my bedroom. When I reach downstairs, I find that as usual Dylan is already waiting for me. Today, I am not complaining about his outfit as we are going to a party and a man in a suit makes perfect sense.
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"You are looking stunning." He blurts out before his eyes widen as if realization sinks into his brain of what he just said. On the other hand, I smirk looking at him because it seems like he is coming out of his shell.
"Thank you for your compliment. You are also looking great." I reply winking at him and the poor guy's whole face turns red which makes it hard for me to not laugh.
He nods his head without saying anything and starts walking ahead of me while I silently chuckle from behind. Both of us leave the penthouse and get inside the car.
I look out of the window to see many people walking with their loved ones. Parents with their children, couples holding each other hands, friends pushing each other playfully. I release a sigh knowing how I will not have these things in my life because of the betrayal I faced earlier. Although I don't want to think about that phase of my life but sometimes it becomes hard to resist those bitter memories to stir up.
