Every denizen of this space bore the unmistakable aura of high society, their presence a testament to their wealth and nobility.

It was beyond question that only those of significant means or noble lineage could lay claim to an invitation to this gala.

Regrettably, Hannah couldn’t afford the luxury of savoring the splendors of the high-society soiree.

Her unwavering focus zeroed in on a distant settee.

And there he was-Bryson!

Amidst the throng, Bryson was an arresting figure, commanding attention simply through his mere presence.

He leaned casually against the settee, his countenance a portrait of serene composure, wholly oblivious to Hannah’s approach.

A gentle clinking echoed through the air as glass met tabletop, producing a crystalline note.

In hushed tones, Hannah ventured forth.

“Sir, please have a cookie.

knew well

ascended and his profound eyes promptly

adorned with gentle waves, cascaded upon her

petite skirt, a mere wisp concealing the summits of her

a relaxed grin as he raised his glass in response to a toast, when suddenly, his eyes

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as he had not anticipated discovering such a caliber of woman amidst the

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