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.

a voice Bryson knew well graced his

and his profound eyes

tresses, adorned with

skirt, a mere wisp concealing the summits of her

bore a relaxed grin as he raised his glass in response

is

!

the wine within his mouth, Brayden began to

head and laid eyes

visage was a

Updated Join &

had not anticipated discovering such a

one dispatched this

of Hannah’s form

“Mr.

you’ve arrived

are all exquisite; why not select a

“No selection is necessary.

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