Anna's POV
William Murphy had insisted I sit beside him at the head table rather than join my mother at her assigned seating. This special treatment wasn't lost on anyone present.
"This child needs proper nutrition. She must eat more," William announced, gesturing to a server. "Don't make her feel embarrassed-our Anna is quite modest." His affectionate tone made my cheeks burn as a server immediately appeared with another serving of roasted vegetables.
I sipped water to hide my discomfort.
Being singled out in a room full of Skyview City's elite wasn't exactly my idea of a relaxing evening.
"Indeed, no wonder you value her so highly. Such a capable young woman," remarked a silver-haired business magnate seated across from us, his eyes crinkling with appreciation.
Another chimed in, "Young people must keep up their strength. Eat well, my dear."
