Every girl who opened a slip of paper carried Annabelle’s anxious heart along with them.
She had thought she didn’t care, but when the moment came, she realized she truly didn’t want Kendrick dancing with any other woman—especially not those young models from Willie Company!
But then another thought crossed her mind. This game was something Mr. Gregory had willingly participated in, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. Maybe he actually wanted to dance with someone else?
With that in mind, Annabelle haughtily turned her head away, refusing to watch any more of the girls drawing their lots.
Yet, from the excited screams, she knew—someone had drawn Kendrick’s name.
She cast a casual glance over and saw a young girl with her hair tied in a bun. She was from the Murphy production team, p
