Sabrina was engaged in a dance with Bradley.

She had intended to leave, not wanting to indulge in any drama.

However, Bradley's earnest request was hard to decline.

As a novice dancer, she felt a prying gaze which led to several missteps till the end of the dance.

“Enough, Bradley. This is humiliating," Sabrina requested.

"Don't worry. We can slow it down. Practice some more."

"Alright, let's try once more." They resumed their dance.

A glass of wine in hand, Tyrone settled down

Sabrina and Bradley kept the dance floor occupied, swirling round after round. Sabrina's movements showed noticeable improvement.

Tyrone's gaze grew more intense.

As the song ended, a grand ten-layered cake was rolled out. Each Layer featured intricate designs, a sight to behold.

The guests formed a circle, clapping and singing the birthday tune.

“Happy Birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you."

After the song concluded, applause filled the room.

It was time for the birthday cake slicing.

As per tradition, Galilea was the first to slice the cake and offered the first piece to Chains, the director.

"Tyrone, could you lend me a hand?"

Silently, Tyrone took over from Galilea and continued cutting the cake.

Numerous female celebrities were present, all conscious about their figure. They couldn't decline the cake slice but didn't necessarily have to eat it.

Being savvy, some, even after receiving their slice, lingered to engage in small talk.