Grasping Rosalynn's hand, Brian nodded in gratitude before they exited the dance floor.

With the opening dance concluded, the celebration took flight.

Emerging talents took the microphone, serenading melodies that inspired the young fellows to invite their beloved ladies for a dance.

Approaching Selina, a voice inquired, "Miss Forbes, may I have this dance?"

Glancing up, Selina recognized the speaker. It was Larry Castro from Skrix. He was once an ardent suitor.

Though the Castro family were affluent, Larry's stout build and mere 5.3-foot stature hardly appealed to her.

Exasperated by his relentless pursuit, Selina had once publicly rebuked him and made fun of his appearance.

That rebuff had shadowed Larry's visage with resentment, and while his pursuits ceased, his grudge was an open secret.

Apologies lacing her tone, Selina demurred, “Mr. Castro, please pardon my condition today. I'm not in the mood for dancing, so perhaps someone else would be a better choice."

Larry's smile crystallized, his gaze flecked with scorn.

“Humph, so you decline a dance with me? Do you cling to the notion of being the cherished girl of the Moreno couple? You're now just a murderer's daughter... My offer was a courtesy! I shall ask once more.

Will you dance?"

The color drained from Selina's cheeks as she held firm.

"My answer stands, I am unwell."

Her distinguished status diminished, yet she refused to grovel before one she deemed unworthy.

Could he not see their mismatched heights made him look all the more diminutive?

With a scoff, Larry barked, "Shame eludes you, it seems. Mark my words, just you wait!"

He turned around and departed.

Selina inhaled sharply, quelling the surge of sorrow within her, and cast her gaze in search of the Moreno couple.

Boldly, she had arrived, seeking the spotlight.