Wayne Bailey gently wrapped his arm around Michelle Harrington's waist, "You look very beautiful today."
As he said this, his eyes were fixedly staring at Anna Jadwin...
Ana Jadwin's heart felt as if it had been harshly grasped by a hand.
"Wayne, are you talking about me? Do I really look pretty?" Michelle Harrington was so elated that she practically stuck to him, becoming an extension of his clothing.
"Otherwise, who else could it be?" Wayne Bailey sneered coldly, his gaze still fixated on Anna Jadwin without moving away.
Anna Jadwin felt a sting from his intense gaze and stiffly turned her face away.
There, the door next to her opened, and Charles Harrington appeared in his handsome sea-blue tuxedo, looking striking and dashing.
The moment he saw Anna Jadwin, his eyes lit up with surprise, and he stood frozen there for several seconds.
Then, he walked towards her, his smile childlike, "Sweetheart, you are truly beautiful."