For You | A vampire Seduction

♡ Chapter Twenty Five ♡ New

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ~ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘:𝔂𝓸𝓾

The gentle clink of silverware resonated through the air, a melodic accompaniment to the enchanting experience of a fine morning meal. The atmosphere buzzed with the laughter and chatter of those gathered, everyone fully immersed in the enjoyment of delicious food, the convivial social ambiance, and stimulating conversation with their neighbors.

The dining room was expansive, dominated by a heavy glass table that gleamed in the soft light. Around it, grand wooden chairs adorned with intricate gold and silver accents stood proudly. Above, a magnificent chandelier hung from the ceiling, its branches elegantly holding light bulbs that cast a warm glow over the gathering. Crafted from pure gold, the chandelier was a breathtaking centerpiece that captured the eye and added an air of opulence to the setting.

At the long, elegant table sat members from both families and close friends, all savoring the sumptuous feast laid out before them. The food was nothing short of extraordinary, and Rachel devoured her meal with an enthusiasm that suggested she hadn't eaten in ages.

"You two had a wonderful night, I presume?" Rachel's father finally spoke, breaking a momentary silence after taking a measured sip from his glass of water.

The newlywed couple exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Rachel paused mid-chew, her eyes fixed on her husband, who wore a lazy, sexy grin that made her heart flutter. A blush crept up her cheeks, painting them a rosy hue.

"Yes, it was very enjoyable," Rolf replied softly, his gaze unwavering as he reached for his glass of juice, his voice low and intimate.

Rachel smiled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear before looking away, a sense of warmth blooming in her chest. It had indeed been a delightful night. Frielle, Rolf's mother, giggled knowingly at the moment, leaning forward with a teasing glint in her eye. "Was he gentle with you, Rachel?"

A collective tension filled the air as the question hung like an unexpected storm cloud. Rachel shifted uncomfortably in her seat as Loui cleared his throat, the atmosphere thick with awkwardness.

"Well, mother, I—" Rolf began, nearly choking on his drink.

"I asked Rachel, son. It was simply a normal question," Frielle interrupted, her grin widening as she reveled in the discomfort she had caused. Rolf pursed his lips, turning to his wife, who stubbornly avoided his gaze, her cheeks still flushed.

"Umm—yes, h—he was," Rachel finally managed, her voice gaining confidence as she cleared her throat. "He was."

Frielle nodded, satisfaction evident in her expression, as if she had received a precious nugget of information.

"He had to be. It was their first time," Zhavia chimed in, wiggling her brows playfully at Frielle, who responded with an amused smile.

Rolf rolled his eyes.

"Mmh, Rolf, that's deep... even your mama knows how rough you are," Loui quipped, shaking his head in mock sorrow.

The prince glared at him, his irritation palpable. "Can we not talk about this?"

"I agree," Marx, Rolf's father, suggested diplomatically, wiping his mouth delicately with a napkin. "Why don’t we change the subject?"

"We certainly should. Sasha and her friends won’t be playing outside for long," Rosa added, glancing towards the window as if expecting to see them.

"Where is she, by the way?" Rachel inquired, her brows knitting in concern at the thought of her younger sister mingling with "friends."

"She’s in the backyard, enjoying nature and magic with the fairy friends she made yesterday after the party," Ravanan chimed in, a twinkle in his eye.