~{INGRID'S POV}~
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Chef Pascal Brooke…
Every noise blurred in the background as my eyes stayed glued to him in disbelief.
He was exactly how I saw him; Tall, refined, handsome with his hair neatly pushed back and his smile, brilliant. And to crown it all he was dressed in a chef outfit but without the chef cap.
I unknowingly zeroed my eyes on his lips as it moved to express his thoughts. But despite everything, something kept hammering at the back of my mind.
If he was a living being and standing right before us then there's a high possibility that the man I fell in love with in my dream is also real.
My eyes widened as I slowly rose to my feet in wonder.
"Ingrid. Ingrid?" Joy kept calling my name but I couldn't bring myself to look away from the young man until he was done speaking and turned to leave.