It's all about the feeling.

Isabelle POV

The ride to the party was short and I could see the media outside, a heavy sigh left my mouth as I became nervous. If they click pictures, share them on social media I would be in trouble.

I stared at Cyrus to see him looking at me with a questioning look."Anything is troubling you?"

"I'm not habituated to media. I would be in trouble if they click pictures," I tell him.

"I will take care of it, don't look at them. Just hold my hand and follow me." I nod my head at him.

He stepped out of the car and came around to open mine. He opened my door, pushed his hand out. I placed my hand in his, he gently helped me out of the car. I glanced at the people in front of me who quickly started taking pictures.

Cyrus wrapped his arm around my waist and held me close to him while walking. Many questions were asked but Cyrus didn't answer any but one question caught my attention when they called him Mr Weinburg.

I never really got the thought of knowing his full name, we went through the huge doors and immediately everyone who was present in the hall stopped whatever they are doing and looked at us making me uncomfortable.

Cyrus and I walked down, a few people stopped looking at us while some were still looking at us. I gave an awkward smile to those who were looking.

We soon reached where Beth stood with few ladies, she turned around gave me a hug "You look so gorgeous," she said making me give her a huge smile.

Cyrus still didn't remove his arm around my waist, I tried to remove it but all he did was tighten his hold. I looked up at him "Cyrus remove your arm, you don't have to," I said feeling embracing as Beth and her friends started giggling.

"Nonna we will go and meet others," Cyrus said before taking me away with him to god knows where.

He took me to a group of businessmen who looked good and hot but not as hot as him. "Hey man, long time that we saw you," a good-looking man said giving a bro hug to Cyrus. They seemed close. Others just gave hand-shake to him.

"And who is this beautiful lady?" the man asked looking at me with a friendly smile.

"Blaine, meet Isabelle, Isabelle this is Blaine my friend." Cyrus introduced us. I shook his hand giving him a smile.

We talked for a while and Blaine is a very sweet and talkative person, he is really a good person not like Cyrus who is a man of few words.

Cyrus was beside me most of the time, he didn't let go of me. I looked at his face he is listening to one of his friends, while I stood there beside him not knowing what to do. I actually kind of liked it being with him and meeting people and knowing about their investments.

I never got the chance to talk with anyone when I was with my father. I actually graduated in business economics and never got the chance to look at my fathers business as he says I'm too bad for it and eventually I'm marrying Mike.

I went stiff just thinking about it, I really don't wanna marry him. I looked at Cyrus to see him looking at me. He leaned down to my height. His mouth is near to my ear and he whispered: "You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Come on," he said taking me to the dance floor. There were few couples dancing to the slow song. Cyrus pulled me closer that now I have my face pressed against his chest.

We both are comfortable like this standing close together, I closed my eyes and danced according to the slow song. Cyrus started tracing my back with his thumb. I shivered because of his cold tumb, I opened my eyes to see Blaine looking at us weirdly and there is this goofy smile on his face. When our eyes met his smile widened and he winked at us before walking away.

"Wanna go away from here?" Cyrus asked me.

"Yes," I said. He nodded his head before taking my hand in his and took me to where Pablo, Beth and others sat.

"Nonna we are leaving," Cyrus said bending to her level. He kissed her forehead before giving a hug to Pablo.

We walked to the back door while Cyrus called the driver to bring the car to the back door. When he opened the back door I shivered because of the cold wind hitting my bare skin. It didn't help as my dress is backless.

Cyrus removed his suit coat and gave it to me which I gladly took from him. He was wearing a white shirt underneath the suit which is now making him look so much hotter than he was with the jacket on. He was typing something on his phone while I was checking him out.

Our car came, he took the keys from the driver. "Are you driving?" I asked him. He nodded his head before opening the door for me.

He got in the car and started driving, I was hungry I didn't eat anything in the afternoon and there was food at the party but I'm too shy to eat more as people ate a tiny amount of food.

Cyrus drove us somewhere I don't know and we are soon in front of some restaurant. I turned to cyrus side to see him already looking at me.

"I know you are hungry and you didn't have enough food." He said making me smile and blush. Sometimes I wonder how he understands me and makes sure that I ate.

He opened his side door and came around to open mine, I gave him a smile and cyrus took my hand in his we started walking towards the entrance, when we went inside everything is different. It didn't look like a restaurant at all.

"It's an Indian restaurant, the interior of the restaurant is Mughal and Nizam style showing the culture of their country," Cyrus explained to me. I nodded my head because I heard so much about this country in my history class.

I heard about this country because of its great history, diversity and how it was a British colony but they got freedom from the British and became an independent country in the year 1947.

"Wow," I said by the beauty of this restaurant. There is a wide hall where we have to walk and the walls had huge pictures and paintings of their country. I like the palace kind of vibe this restaurant has. Sure, many are attracted to this.

There was another set of huge doors where two people stood like statues. They opened the doors for us and we entered into another world. The lighting was dim and people were eating. There was a comfortable silence. Cyrus guided us to the table. We took a private table which is far from others and there was no one.

I looked around to see indeed the place is different and showing their culture and it is truly beautiful and lavish.

"I'm sure you like this place," Cyrus said.

"I love this place, it is really different from others and I like the vibe." He gave me a smirk.

"My best friend's wife who is an Indian brought me here for lunch and from then I started coming here. Their cuisine is very good which is why I like to be here." He said. I nodded my head.

A very good looking lady came to our table, she is very different. her dressing is not a formal one like the women who usually wear a skirt and white shirt. she was wearing a different costume. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun. Her makeup was minimal and there was a pleasant smile on her face.

"Hello sir and ma'am, I'm Manisha. I am your hostess." She said. A person who is a busser I guess. He brought us water while the lady stood there.

"I will be back when you are ready with your order." She said going back.

"The dress the lady wore is saree which is a traditional costume of an Indian woman, here all the women who work have the same uniform," Cyrus explained to me.

"She is beautiful," I said because it's formal and also good.

"Order whatever you want to eat," he said but I don't know anything.

"I will have whatever you will have."

The lady came with a notepad with her, "We like to have chicken biryani, chicken tikka. for dessert, we will have Gulab Jamun and two scoops of vanilla ice cream. And a bottle of red wine." Cyrus said the hostess wrote down on her pad before saying thank you.

"The owner of this place is an old man and he is thinking to sell off this place."

"Why would someone want to sell a place like this?"

"He doesn't have any children and he doesn't want to do partnership of this place because he doesn't want anyone to renovate this place," Cyrus answered me.

"But if he sells this place the new owners may renovate it?" I asked him.

"Yeah, that is why he is waiting for someone who wouldn't renovate anything about this place." I wish I had enough money to buy this place. I mean just look at this place man, it is so beautiful and peaceful for anyone to come and have their time here, and for sure it would cost me billions to buy this.

We talked for a while because our food came and let me tell you my stomach growled just by the smell of the food. Our food is served on our plates and I just ate a spoon full of biryani which is rice mixed with all spices and chicken. I moaned because of the taste. It was heaven and damn now it is my favourite food for sure.

I looked up from my food to see Cyrus looking at me with an amused expression. "What?"

He didn't say anything and we both continued eating our food, the tikka is very tasty and I'm gonna try Indian cuisine again.

When we are done with the food they brought the dessert, "Eat it along with vanilla ice cream they are a great combination."

The Gulab Jamun is a black colour softball with some thick syrup. I ate it and it was so good and soft. I then tried with vanilla ice cream and true to his words they are a great combination.

When Cyrus is done with the payment we stood and went our way to the car, Cyrus started driving us to the mansion. I removed the heels because my feet hurt.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the window, soon I was out as a feather.