Rosalynn felt her heart skip a beat. She hastily averted her eyes.

Was he planning to invite her?

She had barely formed the thought when Brian strode in her direction and held out his hand.

“Rosalynn, please?"

The crowd gasped in unison.

Clearly, they weren't expecting this development.

After all, to their knowledge, she was simply a designer in one of Brian's companies who had tagged along to entertain his guests. Why would Brian invite her for the first dance?

Rosalynn stared straight at Brian, ignoring his outstretched hand. She didn't want to dance with him.

But she couldn't possibly refuse him in public. They would both Lose face. And so, she put her hand on his.

Eleanor's face darkened.

Her fist clenched around the fabric of her dress.

How could Brian choose Rosalynn?

He held no regard for her at all.

“Why didn't Mr. Hughes ask Eleanor to dance?"

“I know, right? I've been observing them all evening, and he doesn't seem to care about Eleanor one bit." ind yet she dares to act arrogant? Was the pregnancy fake all along?"

“If you ask me, Mr. Hughes is Leagues more attentive to that designer.

Do you think something is going on between them?”

Eleanor's expression turned even uglier when she heard the whispers.

Taking a deep breath, she approached them and spoke up for herself.

“What do you know? Brian is simply being considerate of me because I am pregnant. He is afraid that I might fall or overexert myself. That woman is a great designer, and we are both very familiar with her.

That's why he chose her. He knows that we are acquainted, and that I won't be jealous of her."

The women held on to their suspicions but chose not to say anything.