Thalassa had been swamped lately, pouring her soul into designing drafts and competing. She hadn't even thought to check in with Lydia. "Lysander, the turnout today is insane, just look at the sea of contestants," Rosalind struck up a conversation, trying to break the ice.

Her words were bubbling with excitement, yet no reply came. Snapping back to reality, she turned to Lysander, only to find him staring intently in a particular direction, his gaze deep and thoughtful, as if he was lost in something profound.

Curiosity piqued, Rosalind followed his gaze, and her eyes landed on Thalassa, seated in a spot that was hard to miss!

Even from the back and side, Rosalind recognized her instantly. Thalassa's pure aura was unmistakable. Her slightly chubby cheeks, her skin glowing like the moon, and her hair tied in the simplest ponytail made her look innocently youthful, almost like a high schooler!

Even Rosalind, another woman, couldn't help but steal more glances, let alone a man?

Seeing Thalassa, Rosalind's previously buoyant mood plummeted, a wave of irritation surging within her.

as she glared at Thalassa, her grip tightening on the armrests of

Sinclair, you're in the VIP section, right this way, please," the event organizer

only by

Her heart already swirling with jealousy and rage,

If someone bumps into Lysander, that wouldn't be good.

How about that spot over there? It's much quieter," the organizer said, hitting himself on the forehead

gaze fixed on the stage ahead, showing no intention of

a two-word response from Lysander, he turned awkwardly to

Rosalind smiled at Lysander, "I'm just

Lysander interrupted, motioning for her to take the

with a plethora of prepared remarks, found herself unable to voice them, feeling stifled but forced to maintain a facade of grace and poise She nodded at the organizer, saying, "No need

me know if you need anything," the

seated nearby, couldn't help but

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