Falling In Love With The Billionaire Twins

As Ace and I stepped out of the house, I cradled my bowl of salad carefully in my hands, making sure not a single leaf went astray. It seemed like every time we were headed to Cher’s, it promised to be an eventful evening.

As we approached the car, I noticed that Alex was already seated in the driver’s seat, his expression an amusing mix of patience and amusement. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his perpetually punctual nature.

“Hey, Alex,” I greeted as I slid into the passenger seat, salad bowl nestled safely in my lap.

He turned to me with a wry smile. “Oh, so you decided to bring a plus-one to the party.”

I grinned, looking down at the salad. “Well, I figured the salad might as well get a chance to socialize too.”

Ace settled into the back seat, his laughter joining in. “Just make sure it doesn’t get too rowdy.”

Alex rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation. “Oh, great, I’ve got a chatty salad and a rowdy Ace to contend with.”

The car rumbled to life as Alex started the engine, and we pulled out of the driveway. As we navigated through the streets, the banter between us continued, turning the journey into an entertaining ride.

“So, Darling,” Alex began, glancing at me through the rearview mirror, “are you planning to introduce your salad to the other salads at the party?”

I nodded with mock seriousness. “Yes, I think it’s time my salad made some salad friends. Socializing is important, you know.”

Ace chimed in with a grin. “Maybe they’ll form a salad alliance and overthrow the main course.”

Alex chuckled, shaking his head. “Watch out, Cher, we’re bringing a revolution in a Tupperware container.”

The laughter filled the car, and for those moments, any worries or stress seemed to dissipate. It was these lighthearted moments that reminded me of the value of friendships and the ability to find joy in the simplest of interactions.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

As we pulled up to Cher’s house, the atmosphere was already alive with the sounds of chatter and laughter. Stepping out of the car, I held onto my salad bowl as though it were my plus-one to this party.

Cher’s husband greeted us with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with familiarity. “Hey, guys! Glad you could make it!”

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I replied, my excitement palpable.

Cher’s two friends joined us, exchanging hugs and hellos. The air was filled with a sense of camaraderie, an unspoken understanding that we were here to celebrate friendship and good times.

Cher, her baby bump proudly on display, appeared from the house, a pitcher of margaritas in hand. I couldn’t help but admire her energy and enthusiasm despite being pregnant.

“Welcome, you guys!” she exclaimed, her smile radiant.

“Cher, you’re a real trooper, making margaritas even when you’re pregnant,” Ace teased.

Cher laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Hey, the party must go on!”

As we settled into the lively atmosphere of the BBQ, our conversations flowed effortlessly. The scent of grilled food filled the air, and the clinking of glasses and laughter were a testament to the bonds we shared.

Cher’s husband expertly manned the grill, and the food was soon ready, piled high on plates as we all gathered around the outdoor table. My salad found its place among the spread of dishes, surrounded by an assortment of culinary delights.

Cher handed out the margaritas, making sure hers was non-alcoholic, and we raised our glasses in a toast. “To good food, great company, and the joy of being together!”

As the evening carried on, the atmosphere grew even livelier. Laughter and conversation flowed freely, and the margaritas had certainly played their part in adding to the cheerful ambiance. The warmth of friendship and the delicious aroma of the barbecue mingled in the air, creating an intoxicating blend that seemed to wrap around us.

As I savored another bite of salad, the effects of the margaritas were starting to make themselves known. A pleasant buzz enveloped me, making my laughter come more easily and my movements a tad more carefree. I felt the rhythm of the music playing in the background pulsating through me, as if it had become an extension of my own heartbeat.

Balancing my plate of salad and a juicy piece of barbecue on a flimsy paper plate, I was in the process of navigating my way back to the table when Ace and Alex appeared in front of me. Their concerned expressions were softened by the flickering glow of the outdoor lights.

“Hey, Lily, are you okay?” Ace’s voice was filled with genuine concern.

I blinked, my eyes feeling a bit unfocused as I met their gaze. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” I replied with a hazy grin.

Alex’s brows furrowed slightly, his concern mirroring Ace’s. “You sure? You seem a little… tipsy.”

I giggled, a little too loudly, and swayed slightly as I balanced the plate in my hands. “Nah, I’m just having fun!”

The words seemed to tumble from my lips with an exaggerated enthusiasm that seemed even more amusing to me in my slightly inebriated state.

Ace exchanged a glance with Alex, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Well, just be careful with that plate.”

I nodded earnestly, my grin widening. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it!”

But then, as if my tipsy mind had decided to add a twist of mischief to the situation, I leaned in a little closer to them and whispered with a conspiratorial grin, “By the way, I’m not wearing any panties.”