Every denizen of this space bore the unmistakable aura of high society, their presence a testament to their wealth and nobility. It was beyond question that only those of significant means or noble lineage could lay claim to an invitation to this gala. Regrettably, Hannah couldn’t afford the luxury of savoring the splendors of the high-society soiree. Her unwavering focus zeroed in on a distant settee.
And there he was-Bryson!
Amidst the throng, Bryson was an arresting figure, commanding attention simply through his mere presence.
He leaned casually against the settee, his countenance a portrait of serene composure, wholly oblivious to Hannah’s approach.
A gentle clinking echoed through the air as glass met tabletop, producing a crystalline note.
In hushed tones, Hannah ventured forth.
“Sir, please have a cookie.”
Suddenly, a voice Bryson knew well graced his ears.
His gaze ascended and his profound eyes promptly turned icy!
Hannah’s luxuriant, dark tresses, adorned with gentle waves, cascaded upon her shoulders. Her petite skirt, a mere wisp concealing the summits of her thighs, unveiled a woman’s dainty and smooth legs.
Engaged in the art of socializing, Brayden’s countenance bore a relaxed grin as he raised his glass in response to a toast, when suddenly, his eyes landed on a woman.
Miss Moore is in attendance?!
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Struggling to contain the wine within his mouth, Brayden began to convulsively cough!
Nigel swiveled his head and laid eyes upon Hannah. His visage was a tab
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leau of astonishment, as he had not anticipated discovering such a caliber of woman amidst the servers!
“The one dispatched this time possesses remarkable beauty.”
Nigel’s discerning eyes deliberately traced the contours of Hannah’s form before abruptly pivoting towards Bryson.
“Mr. Mitchell, you’ve arrived unaccompanied today. The women in this gathering are all exquisite; why not select a companion to accompany you directly?”
“No selection is necessary.”
Bryson, reclining against the sofa, lifted his glass towards Hannah.
“Her.”
Nigel was taken aback, then erupted into hearty laughter.
“I’ve heard rumors that Mr. Mitchell is typically indifferent to women but it appears that not all the rumors hold true.”
After uttering this, he turned to Hannah with an encouraging tone.