The Cherished Wife

After the opening dance, Charles gracefully withdrew his hand, his smile polite but distant.

Noelle also pulled back, nodding slightly before stepping away. As soon as Arya saw Noelle leave Charles' side, she eagerly waved her over. "Noelle, over here!" Arya called out.

Noelle nodded, smiled, and made her way through the crowd to Arya's side. Arya quickly grabbed Noelle's hand, brimming with excitement. "Oh my god, Noelle! I can't believe how lucky you are-it's unbelievable! So, how did it feel? Dancing with Mr. Hoffman, what was it like?"

Noelle felt a bit overwhelmed by Arya's enthusiasm. Arya was clinging to her arm. Noelle gently pulled away as she felt slightly awkward. "It was... just like any other dance. Mr. Hoffman dances really well, and... that's about it."

"That's it?" Arya exclaimed, her voice so loud that it attracted quite a few glances.

Noelle hurriedly covered Arya's mouth. "Shh! Keep it down. Don't you realize I've probably become public enemy number one right now?" Noelle said with a wry smile. "What else could there be?"

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