"Mom thinks you look beautiful in any dress, honey, so choose whatever you like."
"Whatever, this one will do."
While the people around her were beaming with joy and showering her with compliments, Xanthea's heart was filled with anxiety and worry, making her uninterested in the conversation.
She had no idea what was happening between Orion and Benjamin in the resting room. Would they end up fighting? If they did.
Her hands twisted and turned the fabric of her dress nervously, her anxiety evident, which made Susanna curious, "Xan, is something on your mind?"
"No, I'm probably just tired from filming this morning." She seized the opportunity to hold her head, pretending to be dizzy, "I feel a bit light-headed and I want to go upstairs to rest for a bit."
"Dizzy? Then I'll go up with you."
"Aunt, let me do it."
"No need!" Xanthea quickly refused, "I just want to be alone for a bit. I'll come down when the party starts. You guys go ahead and continue with your makeup."
"Then take care of yourself."
Xanthea ran upstairs, finally having time to call Orion.
"Sorry, the number you've dialed is currently busy."
But after three attempts, there was still no answer.
Oh no, oh no, he was not even answering his phone. This was a sign of an impending storm!
What to do? What to do?
She was on pins and needles, with countless terrifying scenarios flashing through her mind. And as luck would have it, the doorbell rang at that moment.
"Who is it?"
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