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~ Bella's POV
I bit my lip before replying to Alex. "A little."
He tilted his head slightly. "Why?"
I glanced around before meeting his gaze. "Because this isn't my world. Fancy restaurants, expensive clothes, people knowing your name the moment you walk in… It's overwhelming."
Alex leaned forward, his expression unreadable. "You'll get used to it."
I let out a small laugh. "You make it sound so easy."
He smiled, but there was something in his eyes—something deeper. "It can be. If you let it."
I wasn't sure what to say to that.
The waiter returned moments later with a beautifully plated appetizer, delicate ravioli topped with shaved truffles, drizzled with a light sauce. The rich aroma filled the air, making my stomach growl softly.
Alex picked up his fork and nodded toward my plate. "Go on. Try it."
