Soon, Isabella regretted her decision.
The magnificent feast from Le Céleste was served, with the dishes Serena had personally prepared placed in the most prominent and eye-catching spots.
Old Mr. Lancaster looked as if he wanted to put up a sign next to Serena's dishes to show off his precious granddaughter's culinary skills!
The atmosphere gradually warmed up.
Isabella took a deep breath, forcing down all her emotions, and constantly looked for opportunities to show off and get closer to Nicholas.
"Nicholas... I mean, Mr. Blackwood." Isabella, having shelled some crab meat, tried to place it on the plate in front of Nicholas. "This Crab Imperial is a specialty of Le Céleste. It's delicious. I shelled it for you, you should try it."
Before the crab meat even reached the plate, the man used his utensils to block it, sliding the plate aside.
The crab meat missed its mark.
The man didn't even look up, his voice flat. "Thank you, but no need."
Distant and polite.
But just then, the man put down his utensils.
He then picked up a shrimp with his long, slender, well-defined hands and naturally began to peel it.
Those hands, practically a work of art, moved with an elegant and swift grace.
After peeling a small bowl of shrimp, he pushed it in front of Serena. "Try this. It's very fresh."
He even thoughtfully placed a small dish of special dipping sauce next to it.
His gaze never left Serena.
Isabella's hand froze awkwardly in mid-air, her smile completely stiff.
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