On the dance floor, Rosalynn looked up, smiling at Brian's handsome face.

“You should dance with your childhood sweetheart."

Brian held her right hand, making her turn around with the music.

“I'm afraid my dear wife would punish me tonight."

Her white dress swirled gracefully as she spun, the lights twinkling over it.

The smile on Rosalynn’s face grew wider.

“Selina will be disappointed.”

Brian raised an eyebrow and answered, “And? I just want you to be happy. Other people's disappointment has nothing to do with me. You're all I want to look at. No one could ever come close.”

His voice caressed her ears sweetly, echoing in her head.

She felt her heart burst with warmth as she held his words close, keeping them tucked inside her chest.

Her smile never left her lips.

"You look really handsome today."

Brian chuckled.

"It's not my face but my feet I'm worried about. You won't step on them today, will you?"

His mind went back to the time Chaz and his wife had come to Wragos.

Back then, the two of them did not have the best relationship, and Rosalynn made her dislike of him clear by deliberately stepping on him because of Eleanor.

“That depends on you," Rosalynn said, rolling her eyes at him.

His brow shot up questioningly at her answer.

"Am I not good enough?"

He was actually doing an excellent job.

But Rosalynn wouldn't tell him that. He didn't need any more praise with the size of his ego.

“Hmmm... So-so," she said.