The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 852

Savannah remained noncommittal. "I'll drive over now. We can grab dinner together."

"Alright."

Heather hung up and went to find Felicia and the others.

That evening, the group dined at a farm-to-table restaurant in the suburbs. Savannah kept Felicia company as she drank quite a bit. By the end of the meal, Felicia's head spun with a heavy, hazy buzz. After Yara and Anne finished eating, Heather took them out to the courtyard to catch small fish by the illuminated pond.

Inside the restaurant, Felicia reached for the bottle to pour herself another glass.

"Alright, Felicia, that's enough," Savannah said, gently taking the bottle from her hand.

Felicia's voice was slurred, thick with alcohol. "Just one last glass, please."

Savannah looked at her with deep concern. She set the bottle aside, refusing to pour it. Instead, she reached out and firmly grasped Felicia's hand. "Felicia, if you're hurting, you can talk to us. We will always be here for you."

Felicia pulled her hand back and slumped against the chair. She rubbed her throbbing temples, then shook her head. "I wouldn't even know what to say."

She felt as though her entire life had been reduced to a ridiculous, absurd joke.

"You still have family who loves you, and you have us," Savannah said earnestly. "You are not alone. No matter what happened in the past, the future is what matters. Everything will slowly get better, and we just want to see you happy."

A faint smile touched Felicia's lips. Her eyes were hazy from the wine as she looked at her friend. "I know. You don't need to worry about me. I just need a little time."

Savannah released her hand with a soft nod.

As the sky darkened, the group prepared to head back to the city. Stepping out of the restaurant, they saw a tall, broad-shouldered figure strolling toward them through the courtyard's warm lighting.

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