Larissa stands in the middle of the dance floor, still trying to catch her breath from waltzing with Tedros, and yet she has already prepared herself mentally that a lot of other men would come asking for a dance with her. She sighs as her gaze sweeps over the ballroom. Truthfully, she has no interest in any of the attendants. Most of them do not have anything noteworthy about their personalities, and those that do are individuals she has mentally decided are best kept at arm's length.
No one can compare to Alastor Wade, she thought to herself, his face popping into her mind that made her chuckle.
But then her smile faltered when the crowd shifted and emerged from the sea of faces was none other than Grey Guildford, dressed in yet another crazily grand suit to flaunt his wealth.
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