Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 63

Hearing what the host said, I was stunned in my seat. With the claps, cheers, and Daniel’s over-excited encouragement, nothing is settling in my mind, and I was in a daze.

I mean, how did this happen? I never aimed for it. Fuck! I didn’t even think that writing my name on it and submitting it with other papers could cause a problem like this!

Wait a second... Didn’t they check it beforehand? They did, right? Then why didn’t they remove my paper, which was empty?

I was confused and drowned in my thoughts when I heard a male voice say, “Miss Edwards, please join us on the stage.”

I blinked, and for a certain time, I felt it was all just a mistake. But it was not, and I realized that when my overexcited assistant pulled my hand up in the air.

“Here, this is Victoria Edwards!” He was too excited as if he had just won the lottery!

“Ladies and gentlemen, please round of applause for the lady herself.” The host announced, prompting everyone to applaud, and I overheard some individuals offering me congratulations in the French language.

I smiled awkwardly and looked down at Daniel. “I can’t go!”

“Huh?” He gasped at first but then shook his head firmly. “You need to go! You just have to! Come on, this chance is rare!”

“But I don’t have a date!” I glared at him.

“Then make one! I can call my brother if you want.” He murmured the last part, but I heard it as I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Shut up!” I whispered, shouted at him, and heard the host’s confused tone.

“Miss Edwards?”

I turned my gaze at him and smiled. “Well, I am...”

“She is very interested!” Daniel shouted from beside, and the host smiled.

“We are too, Miss Edwards. Please come forward, the love yacht is waiting for you,” he said enthusiastically.

I glared at my assistant once again, but he just shrugged. However, Sage talked this time and for the first time, “I think it’s not a bad idea. You can always find inspiration for your design in a romantic atmosphere,” he suggested, maintaining his blank posture. And I realized that he was somewhat right. It could be useful for me since I require some inspiration. I dropped the plan to deny it and walked toward the stage with a smile.

People applauded again when I walked crossed the entire hall.

The host led me inside, and then his eyes fell on my belly once before his eyes find back their way to my eyes again. “Will anyone be joining you, ma’am?” the host asked.

I guess his thick French accent is visible when he is not shouting or announcing something.

I caressed my baby bump before shaking my head. “No, I will be alone. I guess I would love to spend some quiet time with myself and my,” I looked down at my belly, smiling, “my baby.”