He held her by the waist, his manners impeccable, his actions devoid of impropriety. Leaning close, he
complimented, “You're a splendid dancer.”
Under the influence of the ambiance, Loraine found herself conversing with him. “The steps are quite similar to
my routine practice. You've got smoves too.”
The man’s deep-set eyes gazed at her gently as he beamed.
The conversation transitioned from dance and music to history and architectural Landmarks.
He spoke with such confidence and ease that it didn’t unsettle Loraine in the slightest. Furthermore, she could
sense that he had made thorough preparations for the situation at hand. He responded promptly to every word
that Loraine uttered, showing a remarkable alignment of views between the two of them.
The man’s proficiency took Loraine by surprise. The familiarity they shared seemed as if they had been
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She couldn't help but compare him to Marco.
Marco's earlier indifference had softened, his interest now only directed towards work. Despite his recent
kindness, he retained his typical dullness, showing no regard for art. Only when he assumed his role as Obot, did
he engage her in pleasant conversations.
Lost in her thoughts, Loraine accidentally stumbled, unintentionally stepping on the man’s foot. A low grunt
escaped him, capturing her attention and drawing her awareness to her misstep.
“I am sorry!” Loraine quickly expressed her regret, her thoughts of
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Marco causing the accident.
She couldn’t shake off the resemblance between the masked man and
Marco.
However, the masked man surpassed Marco in many ways, and their attire tonight was different. The possibility
that he was Marco seemed unlikely.
Listening to Loraine’s words of regret, the man concealed behind the mask merely moved his head side to side, a
silent communication of his nonchalance. He whispered to Loraine, “Feeling fatigued? We can retreat to the
lounge for a breather.”
Loraine hesitated, but ultimately signaled her agreement.
They exited the bustling dance floor, their fingers entwined, and made their way towards the Lounge.
Unexpectedly, they caught sight of Cayson deflecting an eager lady’s advances.
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Cayson'’s smile remained gentle and polite, yet a subtle trace of impatience flickered in his eyes.
The hopeful woman, oblivious to Cayson’s concealed discomfort, persisted in offering her brooch, hoping to coax
an affirmative response from him.
All of a sudden, Cayson lifted his gaze and spotted Loraine approaching. Wearing an amused grin, he excused
himself, “I beg your pardon. My dance partner has returned.”
The woman glanced back, discovering Loraine. Even without a clear view of her face, Loraine’s stunning
physique made the woman feel incomparable. With a sullen shrug, she conceded and retreated.
Cayson, wearing a warm smile, drew nearer to Loraine and asked expectantly, “Lorrie, may | have the pleasure
of this dance with you?”
Loraine paused for a moment, her mind flashing back to the roses Cayson had sent her and his confrontation
with Marco in the corridor.