Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233

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The club had been transformed into something unrecognizable. Instead of the thrum of strangers and flashing neon lights, it was theirs alone….reserved for Alina and her circle, dressed in soft blushes and gold accents that screamed celebration.

Balloons floated lazily near the ceiling, champagne glasses clinked, and music pulsed low through the speakers, heavy enough to move the air but not so loud that their laughter couldn’t rise above it.

Alina sat on one of the velvet couches, a glass in hand, watching as the seven women around her filled the space

with light. Talia, sharp–tongued and fiercely loyal, was leaning over the table to swipe an extra slice of cake before Emily caught her. Mia was already giggling at the banter, her cheeks flushed from her second glass of champagne. Emily herself was in her element, commanding the night with a kind of excited energy that felt almost contagious.

“You can’t wear white tonight,” Emily scolded Mia, narrowing her eyes playfully. “Only the bride gets that privilege.”

Mia gasped in mock offense, looking down at her pale cream dress. “Excuse me? This isn’t white, it’s-” she squinted at her sleeve “-ivory. Totally different.”

“Oh, don’t start that argument,” Talia groaned, already half laughing. “Ivory, eggshell, off–white…it’s all code for wants–to–steal–the–bride’s–spotlight.”

The group erupted into laughter, and Alina found herself smiling despite the heaviness lingering in her chest. She shook her head, taking a small sip of champagne.

“You’re all impossible.” She said softly, her voice light but carrying enough for them to hear.

“And you love us for it,” Emily shot back, winking at her as she flopped dramatically onto the couch beside her. She looped an arm through Alina’s and gave her a squeeze. “Tomorrow, you’re officially becoming Mrs. Blackwood. Tonight, you’re ours.”

The others cheered at that, raising glasses and clinking them together, their laughter filling the private space.

One of Emily’s recommended friends, a tall brunette named Carina, leaned forward with a sly grin. “So, Alina, tell us the truth…do you have cold feet?”

The question made the table hush for just a second before bursting into a chorus of teasing remarks. “Cold feet?” “As if!” “Have you seen Lucian? No woman with eyes has cold feet over him.”

Alina laughed along, though her fingers tightened around her glass. “No,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “Not cold feet. I’m… actually looking forward to it.”

“Then what’s with that face?” Mia asked softly, tilting her head as though she could read Alina’s thoughts. “You’ve been smiling, but it hasn’t reached your eyes.”

The words landed heavier than Mia intended, and Alina felt her stomach twist. She forced another smile, softer this time, and waved a hand. “It’s just the stress. Wedding planning takes its toll.”

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“Stress, she says.” Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t push. Instead, she stood, dragging Alina up with her. “Enough talk. Dance with me. Let’s chase that stress away.”

The music seemed to swell at her command, and soon the women were moving onto the small dance floor. Emily twirled Alina with exaggerated flair, making her laugh despite herself. Talia clapped along, yelling encouragement, while Mia and the others joined in, turning it into a whirl of movement and noise.

For a while, Alina let herself be swept into it. The laughter, the teasing, the warmth of her friends, it all wrapped around her like a shield. Yet every now and then, that gnawing uncase crept back in, tugging at the corners of her joy.

After nearly an hour of dancing and drinking, Alina excused herself, her smile still fixed in place. “I’ll be right back.” She said, handing her glass to Emily.

She slipped toward the bathroom, grateful for a moment of quiet. The music muffled as she entered the hallway, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She was just about to push open the restroom door when a familiar voice cut through the stillness.

“Well, well. Look at you, glowing like the perfect bride–to–be.”

Alina froze, her spine stiffening before she turned. Seraphina leaned casually against the wall, a glass of wine in hand, her crimson lips curved into a smile that dripped with malice.

Alina’s brows knit. “What are you doing here?” Her tone was sharp, colder than she intended, but she didn’t

care.

Seraphina’s eyes glittered as she took a slow sip of her wine. “Relax. I was just nearby. Heard there was a little celebration and thought I’d stop by to wish my dear sister a happy married life.”

The way she said it…mocking and as though she knew something Alina didn’t, made Alina’s chest tighten. Seraphina tilted her head, her smile widening. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”

Before Alina could retort, a voice cut through the tension. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Talia stormed down the hall, her heels striking like thunder, eyes blazing as she sized up Seraphina. “This club was booked privately. Did you crawl in through the damn vents, or are you just too pathetic to respect boundaries?”

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