Chaper 39. Tyler's Word of Apology

As Tyler sat on the comfortable leather sofa, I picked up my glass of wine from the glass table separating us and took a gentle sip.

Of course, I saw the excitement still written on Tyler’s face as I took that gentle sip. To him I looked beautifully different. I mean, how couldn’t I? I was dressed in a long gown with a strapped arm. I was stylish like a model on the runway and as beautiful as the queen goddess herself.

“You... you... look beautiful, Alda,” he stammered.

He was afraid to say the word, which immediately made me smirk gently at the tip of my lips. I took a side look at Robert, which he understood immediately.

Understanding what I meant, Robert took one step forward, then bent slowly down towards the glass and served Tyler a glass of wine from the same bottle as mine.

I saw the smile written buoyantly on his face the instant Robert began to pour wine into the glass. I could tell what was going through his mind. However, if that were to be the case