She even began to harbor a delusion—
Her Nicholas was here specifically for her.
She was utterly addicted to this feeling.
Being looked up to, being the center of everyone's raging envy.
All the glory belonged to her alone.
Isabella's heart beat wildly.
Her gaze toward Nicholas grew even more bashful, and she desperately wanted to close the distance between them.
"Nicholas, I..."
She reached out, intending to lightly grab his sleeve.
She wanted to ride the wave of the crowd's assumptions and cement her identity as his fiancée right then and there.
Nicholas had always been a gentleman.
Plus, they shared years of history.
Old Mr. Blackwood adored her too.
With so many people watching and gossiping, Nicholas had to give her some face. At the very least, he wouldn't completely humiliate her in public.
That was exactly what Isabella believed.
But the man didn't spare her a single glance.
He simply stepped past her with his long legs, completely bypassing her to walk toward the other side of the crowd.
Isabella's hand froze mid-air.
The smile plastered on her face shattered.
She slowly turned her head.
She watched Nicholas calmly approach Serena and come to a halt.
In that instant, his terrifying, domineering aura vanished without a trace.
His cold features melted into an expression of absolute, unfiltered adoration.
He lowered his gaze, his elegant fingers naturally tucking a stray lock of windblown hair behind the girl's ear.
The gesture was so fluid it looked as though he had done it ten thousand times before.
Then, he took Serena's hand, his eyes practically dripping with affection.
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