Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Felicity blushed, her hand poised to strike, but Vermont grabbed it and pulled her into his embrace.

"You know, when you dashed off after that fib the other day and Corbin Steven asked me about you, I instantly knew you were pulling a fast one.

I didn't even recognize you.

But back then, I just figured it was another ploy from some wannabe celebrity trying to grab my attention.

With my looks and wealth, I attract quite the crowd." Felicity made a face of disgust.

"Such a narcissist!" Vermont chuckled.

"I've seen all sorts of tactics, but you're the first to greet me with a hug as if we've known each other for ages.

I thought maybe it was because you were not exactly a heartthrob, so you had to resort to some unique methods to catch my eye." Felicity bristled slightly at the "not exactly a heartthrob" remark but was intrigued by Vermont's initial impression of her.

Her curiosity piqued.

"I was intrigued, though.

up her sleeve to win me over.' So, I scanned the crowd and found you patiently waiting in line for foie gras." The foie gras, freshly seared by the chef, took time,

renowned, was known for this delicacy, and Felicity had been

there were seven or eight others ahead

patiently until she was

chef announced there was only enough for

to be the third

watched the chef prepare the foie gras, she struck up a

was ready, a child behind her expressed his desire

it was sold out, and the mother pointed out that the last one was reserved

her foie gras, he looked at her eagerly and asked, "Sister, can you tell me what it tastes like?” Who could refuse under such circumstances? Felicity handed

remarkable consideration,

together in a corner, relishing

scene, Vermont approached

up, tears glistening in

then, I was thinking..." Vermont didn't finish his sentence; he burst into

felt a pang of embarrassment at his laughter, unsure