Though her origins were modest, with the Moreno family's backing, she wasn't restricted to someone of Brian's caliber; she could marry well regardless.

Selina's voice rose sharply.

"I don't want any of them! No man out there holds a candle to Brian. He's the only one I want!" Her eyes blazed with unwavering resolve.

"But..."

"No buts, don't worry about me," Selina cut off her father with a trace of impatience.

"Gail has asked Rosalynn over as a guest.

They'll be arriving shortly, so you should return to your work and make sure nothing seems amiss."

Though her father compressed his lips in concern, he eventually conceded with a nod and turned to enter the villa.

Selina let out a sigh of relief, steadying her emotions as she made her way to the villa.

Then, a man's voice halted her.

"Selina."

She stopped, looking back before walking toward him with a welcoming smile.

The approaching man stood a towering six feet and three inches tall.

Clad in a loose white shirt that he wore casually, with a basketball in hand.

He boasted the looks of a heartthrob, cropped hair, robust brows, and lively eyes.

His features struck a fine balance between rugged and refined, as if he'd leaped straight from the pages of a basketball-themed comic.

This was Kyson Moreno, heir of the Moreno family.

At eighteen, he had just embarked on his college journey.

"Kyson."

Approaching him, Selina cast her gaze upon the radiant youth and beamed.