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The lights of the grand hall shimmered like starlight, catching the reflections of spinning couples and sparkling gowns.
Music floated like a dream in the air. And yet, for Alex, time momentarily stopped—not because of magic, but because of her words.
Evelyn stepped in close, her lips just inches from his ear as she whispered, "So tell me… do you like me?"
Alex blinked. His body froze. His brain sputtered.
'What the hell just happened to her?!'
His heart gave a weird thump. She was looking at him with a calm, expectant gaze, almost teasing.
'Useless, something tells me that even if I were a godly beauty that even the gods can't match, rejecting her with a straight-up "no" would be fatal. What do you think?'
A voice lazily echoed in his head:
[Why are you asking me? Deal with it yourself.]
Alex's mouth twitched.
'Are you still pissed about my earlier comments? Okay, okay, sorry about that—please help me out here! Something tells me this is not gonna end well.'
