But her quest remained fruitless.

Fending off a sense of ennui, Sierra located a spot to perch and soon her attention was ensnared by the arrival of Tyrone and the prominent leaders of Mathias.

Tyrone, ensconced amidst a sea of admirers, deftly maneuvered his way through the gathering. Holding a glass of wine, he genially exchanged pleasantries, engaged in conversations and offered astute observations when needed. His words were concise, yet packed with impact.

As the crowd around Tyrone momentarily thinned, Sierra, holding a glass of wine herself, hastened toward him.

“Tyrone, we meet again!” she greeted, her voice infused with enthusiasm.

Tyrone swiveled to meet her gaze, his voice tinged with polite curiosity.

“Excuse me, but may I inquire about your identity?”

Sierra’s countenance, yet swiftly, her smile returned,

is my cousin. We crossed paths

vicinity exchanged glances, discerning the unfolding

Miss Rivera.

away and

hurried strides forward and inquired, “Where

seamlessly melting

impulsively stamped her foot

What was Tyrone’s attitude?

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