They located an empty booth and settled in.
Tyrone excused himself to the restroom.
A young man boasting colorful hair approached their table, wine glass in hand, and queried, May I have the pleasure of inviting you to dance?
Declining his invitation, Sabrina said, My apologies. I need a bit of rest.
The stranger took a seat opposite Sabrina and gestured for the waiter.
He procured a glass of wine from the passing tray and slid it to Sabrina. A drink, perhaps?
Sabrina was adamant. Sorry, but I cant drink.
I notice youre sitting alone. Mind if I keep you company? Let me introduce myself. Im Malcom. Ever heard of Aston Real Estate Company?
Its my fathers. And your name is, miss? The man presented an overly proud Look.
He was confident in his understanding of women. Though they might appear high-minded, a hint of his wealthy background would soon have them fawning.
My name is
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Someone tapped Malcom on the shoulder from behind.
Spinning around, Malcoms demeanor shifted instantly. He quickly rose and said, Mr. Blakely, didnt expect to see you here! Care to join us for a drink?
No. What are you talking about? Tyrone inquired nonchalantly.
Oh, no big deal. I was merely getting acquainted with this young lady.
Taking a seat next to Sabrina, Tyrone said, Allow me to introduce my sister, Sabrina.
The smile on Malcoms face froze. Offering an apologetic smile to Sabrina, he said, Ah, please forgive me.
Lets leave. Tyrone extended his hand to Sabrina.
Okay. Sabrina rose alongside him.
Goodbye.
Malcom accompanied them to the door of the dance hall.
Exiting hand in hand, Tyrone cautioned her, Malcom Aston isnt someone to be trusted. Maintain your distance.
Smiling at Tyrone, Sabrina said, But he seemed alright. Why do you say hes untrustworthy?