In such a stark contrast with a mere decoration, he wanted to know if Zachary would regret it—regret giving up Vivian and choosing Sarah.
Not only Mr. Wilson, but even Vivian couldn't help glancing at Zachary while speaking. She hoped that among all the gazes on her while she was the center of attention, one would belong to Zachary.
Unfortunately, under the brilliant lights, those blinding spotlights made it hard for her to keep her eyes open. But even in this situation, she could clearly see Zachary slightly bowing his head, smiling as he gazed intently at Sarah beside him.
That look was something she had never seen before—at least Zachary had never looked at her that way.
Full of love, adoration, as if he could never get enough of looking at her.
Her hand gripping the microphone unconsciously tightened. Perhaps the ending had been predetermined all along.
That gaze was too intense. Vivian found it extremely glaring. She hated seeing that expression—it shouldn't appear on Zachary's face, and even worse, he wasn't looking at her but at Sarah.
As she continued speaking, her hand holding the microphone began to tremble. She was about to lose her grip on it and even started to forget what to say.
Mr. Wilson was the first to notice something was wrong with Vivian. He slowly walked up and took the microphone directly from her hands.
"Everyone..."
That authoritative presence instantly pulled Vivian back to reality. She looked at her grandfather fearfully—what had she just done!
This was the Wilson family's home turf, and she was the only star. How could she lose composure over a simple look?
In the crowd, Charlotte let out a soft, cold laugh as if she had expected this. Vivian might look calm on the surface, but her heart was probably in turmoil.
From the moment Zachary entered her heart, she had gained a weakness.
But Zachary apparently didn't want to complete the mission so simply. He approached Sarah with two glasses of red wine, giving her one. "Dance with me later."
Sarah took the wine glass and frowned. "You didn't mention dancing before."
Zachary took a sip from his glass and said seriously, "To put on a proper show, of course. She already lost her composure just now."
Lost her composure?
Sarah looked at Vivian strangely. She hadn't noticed Vivian losing composure, and besides, they hadn't done anything just now that would be odd.
Wait, maybe Vivian's feelings for Zachary were too deep and devoted.
She raised an eyebrow. "Miss Wilson really loved you. No wonder you two were childhood sweethearts who grew up together."

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