The night of the gala arrived.
Vanessa Grant wore a light-colored, form-fitting gown that cascaded to her ankles, accentuating her stunning curves and slender figure.
Her makeup was flawless, her silky black hair falling gracefully over her chest. Under the luminous white lights of the hotel lobby, her radiant complexion made her look utterly ethereal—so breathtaking it was impossible to look away.
She stood with quiet elegance, waiting patiently.
"Vanessa?"
A gentle, uncertain voice sounded behind her.
Vanessa turned slowly, her lips curving into a polite smile when she recognized him. "Malcom. It's been a while."
Malcom Jenson couldn't hide the flash of pure astonishment in his eyes.
"It really has. I haven't seen you since graduation. It's been a few years, and you've only grown more beautiful, Vanessa."
"You've matured quite a bit yourself."
Back then, Malcom had just been a reserved college boy. Now, dressed in a sharp white suit with a clean haircut and handsome features, he carried an air of sophistication.
Malcom smiled. "Lately, our college group chat has been talking about organizing a reunion for next Monday. If you're free, Vanessa, you absolutely have to come. We should catch up properly."
"Sure."
Vanessa gave a distracted reply, her gaze discreetly sweeping over the incoming guests, searching for Valen's silhouette.
"Malcom, why don't we head inside and chat?"
She hadn't forgotten her purpose for attending this gala.
It certainly wasn't just to reminisce with Malcom.
Hearing this, Malcom hesitated, looking torn. "...Vanessa, I can't take you inside."

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