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"Do you think he will like this?" Yvenia asked anxiously, pertaining to the cupcakes which were placed inside an elegant white box. The colorful cupcakes can be seen because the top was transparent. She is nervous. I believe that she baked those with love and well, effort. I am sure that Ravaniel will not be fussy.

"Of course, he will. Anyone will appreciate that, Yvenia." I smiled gently at her.

She bit her lower lip as she stared at the box. "I asked my dad if he knows the Larussovans. And I can't believe what he said," now, she sounded more anxious. "They own the Merveille! God! Ravaniel is the son of Raviel Larussovan! And I heard he has a twin?"

I pouted. She looked like she can't believe that a Larussovan saved her.

"Uhm, yes. His name is Ravnal." That made me smile wide. Ravnal called me last night and showed me the steak he cooked. I just woke up this morning with a dead phone. I think he did not end the call. And when I charged my phone, I received numerous messages from him.