But her quest remained fruitless.

Fending off a sense of ennui, Sierra located a spot to perch and soon her attention was ensnared by the arrival of Tyrone and the prominent leaders of Mathias.

Tyrone, ensconced amidst a sea of admirers, deftly maneuvered his way through the gathering. Holding a glass of wine, he genially exchanged pleasantries, engaged in conversations and offered astute observations when needed. His words were concise, yet packed with impact.

As the crowd around Tyrone momentarily thinned, Sierra, holding a glass of wine herself, hastened toward him.

“Tyrone, we meet again!” she greeted, her voice infused with enthusiasm.

Tyrone swiveled to meet her gaze, his voice tinged with polite curiosity.

me, but may I

countenance, yet swiftly, her smile

Rivera. Blayze Flower is my cousin.

exchanged glances, discerning the unfolding interaction between Tyrone and

Rivera.

away and exited

remained silent, seamlessly melting into

mounting, impulsively stamped her foot in

What was Tyrone’s attitude?

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