I remembered she had a blind date with a handsome man quite some time ago. They must have been incompatible. As much as I loathed the pink dress, I had no choice but to put it on.
I stared at myself in the mirror; it complemented my skin tone well. I couldn’t pick on the flawless dress that seemed to have been tailor-made for me.
I couldn’t wait to show Christopher the dress he had chosen me. Thus, I got ahead of Sabrina and headed over to the yacht, which cost at least hundreds of millions, docked nearby.
As I made my way over while holding my dress, I noticed most of the invited guests had boarded the yacht ahead of me. When I stepped into the hall, the guests were about to have their first dance. Upon a simple glimpse, I noticed most of the guests were couples.
Lyle and Crystal were in the middle of the crowd as well. They had a great time dancing together. I was irked by Crystal’s seemingly flawless moves.
No matter how graceful they appeared, it doesn’t change the fact they’re both corrupted deep down!
Seconds after I spotted Christopher in a conversation with Gordon, I saw Monica approaching Christopher and asked him to join her for a dance.
Although Christopher mentioned they were not romantically involved with one another, I couldn’t stand the sight of my crush hugging another woman by the waist, dancing. Nonetheless, I would be surprised if he approached me for a dance.
He turned around and smiled when he saw me losing myself in a train of thoughts. I no longer felt frustrated when I saw him licking his lips. He indicated he was intrigued by my look.
A waiter approached me and asked if I wanted something to drink. I didn’t have the energy to lift even the lightest of items, let alone a glass of drink. It would be embarrassing if I were to spill all over. Staring down at my hands, I politely rejected the waiter.
Out of nowhere, Zachary showed up next to me and asserted once he glanced at my hand, “You’re not exactly in the condition to join them. Things will get even nastier if you hurt yourself further.”
Huh? Are we even close in the first place? Why is he expressing concern over my condition?
“Thanks for the heads-up, but I have no intention to join them as well.” Duh! How am I supposed to show up when my so-called husband is having a great time dancing with another woman?
Zachary followed me when I headed elsewhere. Confused, I asked, “Zachary, why aren’t you mingling around with others?”
He deadpanned, “Well, everyone’s aware I can’t dance.”
“Alright, please suit yourself. I’ll head over to the deck and enjoy the breeze.” I couldn’t help but wonder if others had ever made fun of him because of his indifferent look.
“Wait! You’re not supposed to go anywhere!” Zachary got ahead of me and stopped me once again.
“W-What’s wrong?”
“He has instructed me to keep an eye on you and keep you safe throughout the ball. I’m not supposed to leave you even when you’re in the restroom. He said if anything were to happen to you, he would take me out in a similar manner.”
Upon hearing that, my cheeks reddened as I choked on saliva. To stop things from getting more awkward, I asked, “I’m pretty sure he’s just kidding, isn’t he?”
“No matter what, I won’t be going anywhere else apart from keeping an eye on you!” Zachary was a man of his word. Thus, I knew there was nothing I could do to change his mind.
