Rose's face was flushed. Being so intimate with Brandon in a public setting, she could hear her own heartbeat.
For some reason, a hint of sweetness surged in her heart.
It was as if Brandon had publicly acknowledged her identity.
"Rose, stop daydreaming," Rose muttered to herself, convincing herself with a dim gaze. "It's just an act, why take it seriously?"
As the two of them were left alone, distinguished guests approached one after another, nodding and greeting him.
The conversations between these upper-class men were dull and tasteless, but Brandon's expression never showed the slightest impatience. He greeted each person with friendliness and precision, smooth and flawless.
Rose watched his profile, her heart beating rapidly.
Her breath became somewhat uneven, so she simply low
