Love Scenario Part_3 Hanie_🩵 🌸 Scene 3 – The New Girl The Harrington estate shimmered under golden chandeliers, music and laughter weaving through the marble halls. Hazel adjusted her lehenga nervously, her gaze finding Asher by the balcony—stoic, distant, staring into the gardens as though the world beyond mattered more than anything inside. Her chest ached. For years, she had imagined moments like this: standing near him, sharing a smile, hearing him say her name. But Asher remainedked in a world where she could not reach. And then… she entered. The grand doors swung open with a soft hush, and in she came—like a vision. Her long, flowing gown trailed behind her, glistening with faint silver threads that caught the light. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves, framing a face so serene it seemed painted by the heavens. But it was her eyes—deep, soulful hazel-brown—that seemed to draw every breath from the room. As she stepped forward, fate seemed to play its trick. A waiter rushed past too quickly, bumping into her shoulder just as she turned—sending her tilting off balance. In the next instant, she stumbled… straight into Asher. Time stilled. Asher instinctively caught her, his hand firm around her waist, the other steadying her arm. At that very moment, the soft petals from a bouquet the waiter had been carrying spilled into the air, fluttering down like tiny fragments of a dream. They swirled around them in a gentle shower—rose petals raining from the heavens—as though the universe itself conspired to weave this moment. Her breath hitched as her gaze lifted to his. Their eyes met—his cold storm colliding with her warm flame. And in that instant, Asher felt it—a spark he hadn’t felt in years, something strange, something undeniable. His chest tightened, not with discomfort, but with something dangerously close to wonder. “I… I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice as soft as velvet, trembling with sincerity. Then, with a small, graceful smile that lit up her entire face, she added, “I’m Isabella. I just moved into the neighborhood.” Hazel, standing just steps away, froze. Her heart cracked like fragile glass as she watched rose petals cling to Isabella’s hair, watched Asher look at her—not with indifference, not with irritation, but with an intensity Hazel had prayed to see for herself all these years. And in that petal-strewn moment, Hazel knew: this summer would not just test her patience… it would rewrite destiny itself. --- #lovescenario#Asherharrington #hazelfoster #trending #lovescenario