That was simply impossible. A college graduation dance was nothing more than a dull event for a billionaire's heir; it held no commercial value or networking necessity. Charles wouldn't want to attend.
Iris had never even thought of asking him for help. After all, she wasn't inclined to humiliate herself.
Yet, watching Charles' expression, she inexplicably blurted out, "Naomi tricked me into going to the restaurant."
Charles just looked at Iris without saying anything.
"Well, she said Fernando wanted to be my dance partner. I guess she thinks that I can't find anyone else," Iris complained softly. "Was Killian busy today? He hasn't responded to my messages all day."
"He's not busy," Charles replied softly. "I asked him not to agree yet."
"Why!" Gratefully, Iris could finally cast asi
