Seraphina Quinn didn't even have the courage to take another step forward. She stood frozen at the end of the red carpet, silently watching the man at the other end who had just successfully proposed.
She watched as the man slid the engagement ring onto the finger of the woman in the bright red dress.
Due to the angle, she couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but she could still sense that she was a woman of extraordinary status and beauty.
Seraphina Quinn finally tore her gaze away.
Her fingers caressed the pink diamond ring on her middle finger, the one Damian Fairchild had personally put on for her over a month ago. It felt so ironic now.
"You've seen him now."
Donovan Fairchild's voice sounded beside her ear.
Seraphina Quinn's fingers curled into a fist. She turned to face him.
Donovan Fairchild looked at her. "The plane ticket is ready for you. You can go."
Seraphina Quinn's throat felt as if it were being squeezed, and even breathing was painful.
