In a distant corner, Sierra fixated her gaze on Tyrone as if under a spell, unable to regain her composure for quite some time.

Blayze, too, participated in this forum.

Sierra proactively volunteered to lend her assistance.

As Blayze's cousin, Sierra's offer to volunteer was warmly accepted by the event's organizers.

Sierra had anticipated Tyrone's presence but she was unprepared for the profound impact he would make on her.

Taking the stage, Tyrone spoke with eloquence and passion, delivering his speech without the crutch of prepared scripts.

His words flowed naturally, captivating the audience and guiding their thoughts.

Tyrone possessed an innate charisma, impossible to overlook. In Sierra's mind, his allure eclipsed the very content of his speech.

Throughout the entire presentation, Sierra fixated on his countenance, oblivious to the words he uttered, even though their meaning eluded her.

The first person to astonish Sierra was her nominal cousin, Blayze.

Since she knew him in Violetholt in her childhood, he had always been outstanding and unreachable.

Sierra was deeply attracted by him.

Blayze had cast an irrevocable spell on Sierra. She was well aware that marriage with him was an unattainable dream.

Over the years, Sierra's aunt had introduced her to numerous men, all of them commendable in their own right. Yet none could hold a candle to Blayze, leaving Sierra's interest waning.

Initially, after seeing Tyrone's photos on the internet and reading the adulation of online admirers, Sierra harbored a trace of skepticism toward this man who bore a striking resemblance to her cousin. She perceived Tyrone's speech as merely average.

However, when she beheld him in person, the resemblance to her cousin, coupled with his undeniable handsomeness, stirred an irresistible desire within her to capture his attention.

Gazing at the commanding presence before her, Sierra found herself biting her lower lip, a silent admission echoing in the depths of her heart: Tyrone was every bit as remarkable as her cousin.

If only she could wed Tyrone...

A rosy blush graced her cheeks as she lowered her head.

In contrast to Blayze, she was his stepmother's niece, hailing from a modest, ordinary family.