“Zachary, we’ve been friends for such a long time. You won’t reject my invitation to be my dance partner, right?” Zachary’s silly expression was too cute. On the surface, he had a solemn expression, but anyone who knew him well would know that he was in a daze and at a loss for what to do.
I was amused by his reaction and stuck out my tongue at him. No matter he was willing to be my dance partner or not, I dragged him to the dance floor. Even though Mom still looked unhappy, her expression had relaxed a little.
Zachary’s dance style was the same as his personality, scrupulous and methodical. If he participated in a dancing competition, I believed he would claim first because his movements were too standard.
Sliding into the center of the dance floor, he suddenly piped up, “Yvonne, I’m a married man, and I’ve never thought of divorce. Neither do I want to be a two-timer. Although you’re my savior, this is a matter of principle.”
All of a sudden, I was nonplussed and began to wonder why he was so simple-minded.
“I only invited you for a dance. You don’t have to let your imagination run wild,” I responded flatly.
“Every discerning guest knows that you should do this dance with your significant other,” he replied gloomily. “I can already predict the headline of the newspapers tomorrow.”
“I think you should worry about how to explain it to Mr. and Mrs. Zimmer.” Having said that, I could not help but chuckle. No wonder Sabrina loves to tease him. This is fun.
“I think I’ll die a horrible death. Can we turn back time?”
After the opening dance, Mark brought me around to greet every guest. Every time he introduced me, he had a serious demeanor and kept emphasizing that I was his daughter.
Compliments from the guests came one after another – what a young and promising painter, beautiful and charming lady, as expected of the daughter of the Goldstein family, and so on. I found it strange because those words were used to describe Crystal in the past. Now that my identity was different, they also praised me the same way. It could be said that my net worth had skyrocketed.
After a while, Sabrina came over and whispered into my ears, “Your prince charming is waiting for you in the rose garden.”
Immediately, I understood the meaning of her words. Since I was not used to all the flatteries, I excused myself and quietly left the banquet. When I was on my way to look for Christopher in the garden, Crystal suddenly appeared and blocked my way.
As we were in the Goldstein residence, I hoped she was not thinking of embarrassing me because that would be absurd. Casting a brief look at her, I questioned, “What’s the matter?”
In response, she snorted. “Yvonne, don’t be too full of yourself. Even if you’re the daughter of the Goldstein family, I won’t admit defeat. Sooner or later, I’ll rise to a status so high that you can’t reach it.”
I could not understand. Is she living her life to prove that she’s better than others? ”Is that the only thing you’re pursuing? What benefits do you get by trampling on me?”
Curious, I questioned again, “Other than that, do you have nothing else to pursue? Your happiness, a lover, and a good career aren’t important to you?”
“All those are ruined by you! Yvonne, I’ll take back what you’d taken from me. Just you wait and see!” With that, she turned around and walked upstairs.
Her provocation took me by surprise. Also, I had never expected her to go upstairs in front of me. Thinking of what she was holding earlier, I frowned and queried the servant passing by, “Why did Ms. Yates go upstairs? Was she upstairs just now?”
“Yes, Ms. Yates was upstairs, together with Mrs. Goldstein. She should be going back to look for Mrs. Goldstein now,” answered the servant respectfully.
“She was upstairs for the whole time? Are you sure?” I inquired in surprise.
“Yes. After you finished the opening dance, she went upstairs with Mrs. Goldstein and stayed until now.”
