They looked like a happy couple, smiling and chatting pleasantly. The candlelight danced on their faces, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere.
Annabelle Linton's lips twitched. She was about to leave, but then she reconsidered. 'Why should I be the one to go?'
Annabelle had only taken two steps when Chase Lynch came down from the piano. He spoke to her in a clear, indulgent voice, "What took you so long?"
The hint of playful complaint in his voice drew Leona Grant's gaze. She glanced over casually, then froze the moment she saw Annabelle Linton.
Chase Lynch wore a white shirt and a black bow tie, exuding an air of elegance, charm, and roguish appeal. He walked up to Annabelle Linton, offered her a bouquet of roses, and extended a hand. With a deep, gentlemanly bow, he smiled. "My beautiful lady, may I invite you to dinner?"
