ANMELA'S POV

They were setting up on the rooftop, the umbrella with a table in the center and chairs around it. We were now nine and some of them were inviting their friends, too.

"Anm!" Ardent walked faster towards me. "You are here."

"Yeah. Happy?" I gave him a beautiful smile.

"Of course. Let's go with the billiard room we can—" When his eyes met Laurent, he suddenly stopped and stared at him. "Laurent is here?"

"You see." Laurent's boastful shrug of shoulder showed. He gently wrapped his right hand on my waist and smoothly moved me into his.

Ardent bit his lips in a hard way. I knew that...