“May I invite you to a dance?” Ss inquired.


    Rose stood up gracefully and ced her hand in his palm. “Of course.”


    Ss noticed the tears glistening in the corners of her eyes in the soft light. He tightened his grip on her


    hand, which startled her, prompting a futile attempt by her to break free from his hold.


    “Is something wrong? Do you regret your decision?” Ss inquired, raising an eyebrow.


    “No, but why did you pinch my hand?” Rose grumbled.


    “I can’t pinch your feet, can I?” he teased, finding humor in the odd question.


    “You” Rose began, but her retort was cut short as Ss twirled her gracefully by the waist. After a


    dizzying spin, she found herself dancing to the rhythm of the music with him.


    “Did you cry just now?” he whispered, ncing at her reddened eyes as his hand rested on the small of


    her back.


    “No, no tears. I was yawning,” she denied, but was taken aback by how observant he was.


    “Alright, I could have been mistaken.”


    “Mistaken? You certainly were,” she retorted, her teeth gritting.


    “Your eyesight must be pretty poor, or you wouldn’t have crashed into my car.”


    “By the way, I forgot to mention,” Ss interjected with a sly grin.


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    “What is it?”


    He turned her around with him. “After you left the ident scene, I called the traffic police, and they


    determined you were at fault, Ms. Emerson.”


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    She red at him, biting her lip in embarrassment.


    “My insurancepany will be in touch with you tomorrow. I don’t need a sugar mommy, just


    “That will save you some money.”


    She was silently frustrated. Ss had to be one of the most thick-skinned individuals she had ever


    encountered. She felt an urge to stomp on his foot with her heels.


    Jameson had been by Lily’s side throughout the party but couldn’t help scanning the room for Alyssa.


    She was nowhere to be found, and neither was Jasper


    A sense of unease crept over him.


    “Jimmy, don’t worry about me. Go find Lyse,” Lily, who was fully conscious, said with a hint of regret.


    “I know you’ve loved her for a long time. Find her and ask her to dance, It’s a great opportunity for you.


    Stop sticking with me. Just go.”


    “Mom, you’re overthinking. I want to be with you,” he reassured Lily, offering a gentle smile.


    “I’ll have plenty of time with Lyse,”


    “Jimmy!”


    At the sound of the familiar voice, Jameson’s demeanor grew cold. The voice also startled Lily, who


    sought refuge in his embrace.


    “Jimmy,e out! We need to talk!” Victor bellowed and red at Jameson.


    “Dad, is your eyesight worsening with age? Can’t you see that your wife is right in front of you?”


    Jameson


    taunted. Tension hung in the air as he confronted his father.