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Lydia instinctively wanted to decline, but Mrs. Ford seemed to anticipate her response. "It's been so long since we've seen each other," she said. "I still remember when you were just a little girl, and now look at you. You're not going to get distant with me, are you?"

With Mrs. Ford putting it that way, Lydia couldn't refuse without seeming ungrateful, so she reluctantly agreed.

After hanging up, she realized she hadn't asked if Eugene would be attending the charity gala, and a wave of regret washed over her. She wasn't eager to see him again. But now that she had accepted, calling back would feel too deliberate. Sighing, Lydia murmured to herself, "I guess it's better to just clear the air when I see him."

Meanwhile, at the Ford family's living room, Mrs. Ford set down the phone and looked over to the side. "I've made the call for you. The rest is up to you."

Next to her sat a man dressed in a dark gray outfit, his silver-framed glasses and casual clothing giving him an approachable look, yet his eyes were too sharp, too calculating. Even in something as simple as loungewear, there was an underlying air of danger about him. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Little Lydia, we'll be seeing each other again soon, won't we?"

Lydia debated for a while whether or not to tell Quincy about Mrs. Ford's invitation. She didn't want to make him worry unnecessarily. But not telling him would feel suspicious. All her hesitations vanished, though, when she accidentally noticed a gold-embossed invitation on Quincy's desk.

you planning to attend this charity

paused mid-motion, catching the "too" in her question. "You

Ford invited me to go, and I agreed," Lydia admitted, watching his face closely for a

encounter at the record shop, where Eugene had

he smiled. "If you're going, then it works

"Quincy, be honest. Do you ever like me? How can you stay so calm when someone's obviously interested in

in resting her hands on the table, her body slightly tilted forward in a posture that claimed dominance. Quincy had to look up to meet her gaze,

his voice lowering to a deep, seductive tone. "What if I told you

a shiver down Lydia's spine. The sensation tickled