Chapter 671: Dancing Together with Him
No one responded. The holder of lucky number 19 failed to step forward. Whispers filled the room. "Who got number 19? This is the honor of the first dance with Mr. Augustine. It's strange that no one is coming forward." "Quickly check your number tags again! Look carefully!" "Mr. Augustine, release number 19, let me take it!" The entire hall buzzed as everyone searched.
Olive, still enjoying dessert, overheard two noble ladies whisper, "I'm not number 19, are you?" "Neither am I." One nudged Olive. "Where's your number tag? Check if you have number 19!" Olive had received a tag but hadn't looked at it, assuming Clara had been chosen. Now, it seemed no one had number 19. She retrieved her tag, looked down, and froze.
Number 19! She never expected to receive the legendary lucky number. The noble ladies exclaimed, "Number 19! Number 19 is here!" All eyes fell on Olive.
Clara, already humiliated, wanted to see who had number 19. It was Olive! Clara gasped, her face paling. How was this possible? Elvis hadn't contacted Olive recently, preferring Clara's company. He'd likely forgotten Olive. But how could she have coincidentally received number 19? A noble lady pointed toward the stage where Elvis and his secretary stood. Olive, shocked, stood motionless. She hadn't chosen the tag; a staff member had given it to her. Was it luck, or deliberate?
Elvis, tall and handsome on stage, fixed his gaze on Olive, slowly extending his hand. "Come," he said, the two words carrying an undeniable authority. The noisy hall fell silent. Olive, breathless under the dazzling lights and his intense gaze, felt her heart quicken. His features seemed even more noble and charming, and she thought she saw a hint of tenderness in his eyes. She walked to the stage, and he bowed slightly. "May I have this dance?"
Her ears reddening, Olive nodded, extending her hand. Elvis took it, leading her onto the dance floor. Beautiful music filled the hall as he held her shoulders and intertwined their fingers. The onlookers watched enviously. Though Olive's face wasn't strikingly beautiful, her figure was graceful and charming, radiating an ethereal aura. Elvis, tall and noble, was the most dazzling figure of the night. Their dance was breathtaking.
Clara watched, dumbfounded and disbelieving. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She had practiced diligently, hoping to shine and make Olive envious. Instead, she was the laughingstock. Clara felt frustration building.
On the dance floor, Olive sensed Clara's gaze. She looked at Elvis. "Did you do this on purpose?" His cool gaze met hers. He pursed his lips. "Did I save you? Disappointed, aren't you?"
"Elvis, if you have something to say, say it directly. Why the sarcasm?" Olive frowned. He inwardly scoffed, remembering her call to Derrick at the Nine Ling Prince's Mansion. In her moment of crisis, she'd thought of another man! "I've said it before. I have a bad temper, I'm domineering and lustful. You didn't think I was bad before. How have I changed? It seems love really can fade away!"