A dazzling woman twirled on the dance floor, encircled by men in suits. Her smile was spellbinding, enough to set the men's hearts racing.
Melanie? Again?
What a small world!
Lyn chuckled at the sight. "Guys always claim they're not into flashy women, but the moment they spot one, they swarm like bees to honey."
Eliana joined in. "Right, men can't seem to resist their primal urges."
Lyn laughed out loud. "Spot on!"
As the dance concluded, Melanie gracefully descended from the stage, and the men followed like eager puppies, hoping to earn a glance or a smile.
Owen Foster strolled over, rocking gold-rimmed glasses with elegance. His sharp suit added a dash of charm to his refined appearance, making him look dashing and sophisticated. With delicate features, he exuded a hint of allure.
