Yet, once again, Xavier didn't get his way.
"There's something I need to remind you, Mr. Quinlan," Yasmine said with her smile lighting up her face. "I'm not that six-year-old girl anymore. I can handle things on my own."
She turned away gracefully, her starry blue gown flowing behind her as she walked away. Xavier watched her go. With an amused smile on his face, he followed her back to the banquet hall.
As Yasmine reached the entrance, her gaze immediately fixed on the woman skulking in the corner.
Joyce must have injured her hand while meddling with the chestnuts, and now, fearing discovery, she was awkwardly trying to hide a first aid kit behind her back as she hurried toward the restroom.
Yasmine smirked and decided to follow.
"Enjoying the chestnuts?" Yasmine quipped, which sta
