Seraphina kept her cool, meeting Leandro's deep and calm gaze. She just smirked at his unexpected response.
Indeed, for Leandro, who was the father of a dead child, it didn't matter much.
Leandro caught the slight smirk at the corner of Seraphina's mouth, murmuring, "After all these years, you still aren't focused enough when you dance."
He said it casually and lightly, just like the words he said to her seven years ago. But the gap between them was no longer just time.
Seraphina chuckled and retorted, "Mr. Reynolds, just a minute ago you were praising your students, and now you are criticizing me. Isn't that a bit contradictory?"
Leandro didn’t react visibly, but the pressure of his hand on her waist and his hand holding hers was definitely increasing.
Not wanting to embarrass herself in public, Seraphina had no choice but to give the dance her all.
After the dance, the whole room burst into applause once again.
Hand in hand with Leandro, Seraphina bowed to the audience. As she raised her head, her eyes were sparkling, and her face blushed, looking like a happy woman, which made everyone envious.
Georgina stood by the stage, watching Leandro and Seraphina with a constant smile and clapping.
Bowen sat in the audience, watching the people on stage, just smiling lightly without making any other moves.
Tania, who was sitting next to him, didn’t applaud either; instead, she just watched coldly, turned her head to Bowen, and slowly said, “What's the matter? Jealous?”
Bowen glanced at her and laughed. “Why should I be jealous?”
“You seem quite close to Seraphina.” Tania said, “I thought you liked her!”
Bowen laughed again, put his hand on the back of her chair, and whispered, “Whether I like her or not isn't important; what's important is that you don't like her, right?”
Tania snorted lightly and didn’t respond.
Bowen shook his head and sighed, “Women are so narcissistic.”
Tania suddenly glared at him and said, “What did you say?”
Bowen looked at the pride on her face, chuckled, and repeated his words: “I said you're narcissistic; any problems?”
Tania was about to walk away, but Bowen grabbed her.
“Stop making a scene; we have journalists here; it won’t look good if they caught this.”
“Then tell me, am I prettier than Seraphina?” Tania asked with her face upturned.
Bowen gently brushed a strand of hair from her shoulder and replied, “Yes, you're prettier than her.”
“Humph, all men are liars.” Tania gritted her teeth at him, then continued, “But I'm confident; I'm not worse than her.”
After saying that, she leaned toward Bowen and lightly kissed the corner of his lips.
On the stage, Seraphina was being led down by Leandro; she inadvertently caught this scene, and her eyes darkened slightly.
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