Amidst the revelry, he remained graceful and refined.

His white shirt was casually rolled up to his elbows, and a slight flush adorned his face from a cigarette held between his lips. ©

Flora leaned against him, her soft bosom gently pressing against his arm. She appeared to be advising him on the game, her eyes filled with tenderness that could drown any man.

Cecilia could bear it no longer.

Without a second thought, she turned around, intending to leave. However, the other men in the room recognized her, including Charlie.

"Isn't it Miss Fowler? Have you come to see Mark?"

Mark paused upon hearing the inquiry.

Slowly, he set his cards down and shifted his gaze in her direction... ©

In the confines of the private chamber, an unmistakably awkward atmosphere pervaded the air.

With elegance, Mark caressed the cards on the table with his striking fingers, his countenance shrouded in inscrutability, leaving everyone guessing his thoughts.

Cecilia stood resolute in the doorway, tears welling in her eyes, presenting a pitiful sight akin to a helpless puppy.

Gracefully rising from his seat, Mark sauntered towards the exit, seemingly oblivious to Flora's cry of "Mark!"

Unperturbed by Flora's attempt to capture his attention, he proceeded to the door, and in a tender, affectionate tone, he inquired, "What brings you here?"

Cecilia gazed at Mark and then turned her eyes to the occupants of the room, including Flora.

After a prolonged silence, she managed to utter, "| forgot to ask for Flora's autograph."

Yet, it was evident that Cecilia was not being truthful, though no one dared to confront her, as Mark's affection for her set her apart.

Undeterred, Mark offered a slow smile before addressing Flora, saying, "It appears you are at fault, Flora. Bestow upon her your autograph, so she may return home content."

Flora, showing wisdom, promptly extracted a fragrant photograph from her handbag and gracefully signed her name upon it. She then handed it to Cecilia playfully, remarking, "Your Uncle Mark is absolutely right. It's my fault.”

Cecilia expressed her gratitude softly, avoiding Mark's gaze, which remained fixed on her.

As Cecilia prepared to depart, Mark intended to arrange for someone to escort her home.

"No need," Cecilia declined with a shake of her head.

"I drove here."