Emma ignored Brandon and stepped back, scanning her surroundings.
Unlike Agnes, she didn't have the luxury of hiring a full orchestra to perform live—her music was pre-recorded and needed to be checked beforehand.
Brandon laughed, that kind of laugh that had just enough charm to distract you from his sharper edges. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was just a regular, carefree guy. His tousled silver hair and the mischief in his eyes had that "bad boy" appeal, the kind that could make anyone forget they shouldn't be trusting him.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
Emma winced as Wendy's grip on her hand tightened, nails digging into her skin.
"Oh, this one is definitely my type," Wendy whispered, excitement brimming in her voice before she turned on the charm. She flashed a
