Still with my head in the clouds, I looked at the number on my wristband.
18…
The numbers came into view.
Lips pursed, I looked at Nibel who was smiling brightly on the stage
A stream of light fell upon me, and I became the object of envy for everyone.
I only came back to my senses when Don signaled me to go up.
This was exactly what I wanted.
I was going to take this opportunity to get a good look at Nibel.
"Hello, beautiful lady." He did not look like he had met me before and was gentle and polite. He was quite different from the Nibel I had in my memory.
I was stunned and felt the palm of my hands heat up all of a sudden. Nibel grabbed my hand and was leading me to the center.
A woman dressed in a white skirt came forth with a sample. Her face had also appeared in my mind before.
How could I remember everything so clearly if it had been a dream? I was even able to match faces.
“Congratulations.”
His fingers were slender and so very fair. They were skinny, which made one envious.
I accepted the sample from his hand, and a round of applause sounded below. I looked up and met Nibel's depthless blue eyes.
I sensed a change in his eyes. In an instant, they turned so cold that a chill washed over me. My feet abruptly strained in my high heels, and I was about to fall over. The sample in my hand was suspended in the air along with me.
However, I felt a warm hand on my waist. I felt no pain and opened my eyes. Nibel was holding onto me. His eyes had gone back to normal, and it was impossible for me to tell anything from them.
In the audience, Don quickly caught the sample deftly before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you." I thanked Nibel and hurried down the steps.
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