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CHAPTER THIRTY- EIGHT

--Alyssa--

"Please, you are to move to that table," the guy called Richie said to us.

The table Richie directed us to was positioned at the head of the room, a spot that commanded attention and significance. It was a round table with five chairs arranged neatly around it, each chair upholstered in luxurious fabric. The table itself was covered with a pristine white cloth, adorned with a centerpiece of fresh flowers that added a touch of elegance to the setting.

I moved steadily towards the table, being extra careful with each step. The last thing I wanted was to trip and fall, which would have been incredibly embarrassing in front of everyone. I had been comfortable where I was seated before, a less conspicuous spot that didn't draw much attention. Now, as we moved, I could feel the eyes of the room on us, curious and speculative.

As we made our way, I heard snippets of conversations from the surrounding tables. "She is beautiful," someone murmured. The compliment was unexpected and m
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