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    “You’re not letting me down,” he assured her. “Come on, there’s a sofa over there. Take a break.”


    He guided her to a plush couch in a quieter corner and thoughtfully ced a pillow behind her back.


    “Rx here for a bit. I’ll grab you something to eat.”


    Rachel sighed, the relief washing over her now that she was off her feet. “Are there any desserts?” She had been craving something sugary all day.


    “Of course, give me a minute,” he said with a small smile before heading off.


    As she settled in, a well-dressed server approached with a warm, professional demeanor, bending slightly to meet her eye level. “Ms. Marsh, we providefortable ts for our guests. They’re stylish and elegant. I noticed your difort—may I bring you a pair that matches your outfit?”


    Rachel blinked in surprise before nodding. “That would be great. Let me take a look.”


    Her new heels were already starting to rub ufortably against her skin, so without hesitation, she picked a pair of elegant crystal ts that perfectlyplemented her dress.


    The level of service here was undeniably exceptional.


    Once she had chosen, the server graciously assisted her in slipping them on, even adding a pair of soft insoles for extrafort.


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    Meanwhile, upstairs, Ronald approached Brian. “Sir, as you requested, everything has been taken care of. Ms. Marsh has changed into the new shoes.”


    “Perfect.”


    Ronald hesitated before adding, “A lot of people have been asking for you. Shall we head down now?”


    “Not just yet. Let’s wait a little longer.”


    Just as Rachel finished putting on her new shoes, An returned, carrying a te of desserts. The desserts came in an array of vibrant colors and intricate designs, each one more tempting than thest.


    Once she had satisfied her craving for something sweet, she rejoined An in mingling with the other guests.


    “Mr. Brian White is here.”


    As soon as the words were spoken, every head in the room turned in his direction. Unlike most attendees who arrived with partners, he hade alone.


    “Is Mr. White here on his own?” someone whispered.


    “Looks like it.”


    “From what I recall, he usually shows up to these gatherings alone. So does that mean we still have a shot?”


    A group of socialites exchanged curious nces, whispering among themselves.


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