Love Scenario Part 7 Hanie_🩵 ============🩵 The gala had spilled into the gardens, guests drifting between lantern-lit paths and the soft hum of violins. Asher stepped away from the noise, his hands in his pockets, the night air cool against his skin. He needed space—space to breathe, to think, to push away the strange pull tightening in his chest. But fate didn’t allow him the solitude for long. “Escaping already?” a familiar voice teased softly. He turned. Isabelle stood a few feet away, framed by the golden glow of the lanterns, her gown trailing like liquid light. In her hand, she held a single rose she had picked from the edge of the garden, twirling it absentmindedly. “I don’t enjoy crowds,” Asher admitted, his voice low. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “I can tell.” She stepped closer, her presence both gentle and unshakable. “But you also don’t strike me as someone who hides. You stand apart, but you’re always watching.” His jaw tightened. “And what do you think I’m watching?” She tilted her head, her eyes warm but daring. “The world. People. Everything you pretend not to care about but secretly do.” Asher’s gaze flickered to her, then away. Her words felt too close, too precise, like she could see through the layers he had built. A silence stretched, but it wasn’t empty—it was charged. The sound of distant music, the rustle of leaves, the faint perfume of roses clung to the air around them. Isabelle broke it first, her voice softer now. “You know… everyone calls me Isabelle. But I prefer something simpler.” He glanced at her, brow raised. “Belle,” she said, her smile gentle but steady. “It feels lighter. Closer. Like something only certain people get to call me.” The words hung between them, intimate in their simplicity. Asher said nothing at first, but the way his lips parted—the hesitation, the unspoken consideration—was enough. “Belle,” he finally murmured, testing the name on his tongue. Her smile deepened, and for the briefest moment, Asher felt something stir in him—a flicker of warmth he hadn’t let himself feel in years. And Hazel, watching from the shadowed archway of the garden, felt her heart shatter at the sound #lovescenario #Asherharrington #hazelfoster #isabellehart #trending #trending