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Perhaps because she had enjoyed herself last night and had been busy for most of the day, Sienna Thornton didn't feel like throwing up anymore. Although still a bit weary, her spirits and appetite were fairly good. So when Simon Forrester made this suggestion, she hesitated for a moment but still followed him downstairs happily.
By now, night had fallen, and it was pitch dark outside. The large lights on the first floor were off, leaving only the dim, yellowish dining room light above the table, along with the Christmas lights they had set up in the afternoon.
The red roses on the long table were fresh and glistening with tiny beads of water on the petals. Four sets of gold-rimmed tableware were neatly set up across the table, and there were a few busy figures in white in the kitchen...
Simon Forrester, standing at the head of the table, pulled out a chair for Sienna Thornton in a gentlemanly manner, then went to the wine cabinet to select a bottle of red wine.
