They located an empty booth and settled in.

Tyrone excused himself to the restroom.

A young man boasting colorful hair approached their table, wine glass in hand, and queried, “May I have the pleasure of inviting you to dance?”

Declining his invitation, Sabrina said, “My apologies. I need a bit of rest.”

The stranger took a seat opposite Sabrina and gestured for the waiter.

He procured a glass of wine from the passing tray and slid it to Sabrina. “A drink, perhaps?”

Sabrina was adamant. “Sorry, but I can’t drink.” @®

notice you’re sitting alone. Mind if I keep you company? Let me

And your name is, miss?” The man

his understanding of women. Though they might appear high-minded, a hint of his wealthy background would soon

“My name is…”

“Mr. Aston?”

Malcom on the shoulder

rose and said, “Mr. Blakely, didn’t

What are you talking about?”

deal. I was merely getting acquainted with this

next to Sabrina, Tyrone said, “Allow me to introduce my

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