#novel #lovescenario #Asherharrington #hazelfoster #isabellehart #trending #trending Love Scenario Part 4 Hanie_🩵 The petals had long since settled, but Asher hadn’t moved. His hand lingered at Isabelle’s waist a second too long before he finally stepped back, almost reluctant. “Are you hurt?” His voice was quieter than usual, almost careful, as if her answer mattered more than it should. Isabelle brushed a petal from her gown and shook her head, her lips curving into a soft laugh. “Just clumsy. Seems like the universe wanted to make an introduction for us.” Something in her words made his lips twitch—half amusement, half intrigue. Asher rarely laughed, but the warmth in her tone tugged at him, pulling at threads he thought had long turned cold. Around them, the gala continued—music swelling, glasses clinking, conversations flowing—but to Asher, the room seemed dimmer, the noise softer. All he saw was the girl before him, her presence oddly magnetic, her gaze steady enough to challenge the walls he had spent years building. Hazel watched from across the hall, her nails biting into her palms. She knew Asher—knew how aloof, how detached he always was, even with her. Yet here he was, leaning in, his storm-gray eyes locked on someone he had just met. Isabelle tilted her head, studying him with an ease that unsettled him. “You don’t talk much, do you?” she teased gently. A faint breath escaped him—something between a sigh and the ghost of a laugh. “Not when I don’t need to.” “And do you need to now?” she asked, her voice soft, unafraid, almost daring. For the first time in years, Asher didn’t know what to say. The silence stretched, charged, alive. He found himself looking away, not to dismiss her, but because he feared she would see too much if he didn’t. Hazel’s heart twisted painfully as she turned away, the taste of jealousy bitter on her tongue. She had waited for years for even a fraction of this attention, and now, in one evening, a stranger had unraveled Asher’s indifference without even trying. And though Isabelle hadn’t come seeking it, she had already begun to occupy a corner of Asher’s guarded heart. ---