SOPHIA’S POV
The silence that followed Ken’s words felt heavy, like the entire room had suddenly forgotten how to breathe.
I stood there, feeling shocked. I was nervous. I didn’t know what to say.
I was aware of every pair of eyes that had shifted toward me. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears and I wondered if everyone else could hear it.
Simon was the first to react. He let out a short, mocking laugh.
“That’s quite bold of you,” he said. His eyes moved from Ken to me and then to Damien “Since when did this become your concern?”
Ken didn’t back down. He stood straight.
“Since I saw something that wasn’t right,” he replied “Or do you think it’s acceptable to ignore basic respect just because it’s inconvenient?”
Murmurs spread through the crowd again, and I felt the atmosphere shift even more. People were no longer simply watching; they were waiting. They were waiting to see how far this would go.
I felt grateful to Ken for standing up for me. And I also felt uncomfortable. I hadn’t asked for this, but at the same time, part of me was relieved that someone had spoken up.
Simon’s smile faded slightly. “Careful. You might be stepping into something that doesn’t concern you.”
“And you might be crossing a line you shouldn’t,” Ken shot back without hesitation. His calm demeanor didn’t change, but there was a clear challenge in his words now. “Just because no one has said anything before doesn’t mean it’s right.”
The tension snapped tighter. I took a small step back.
This wasn’t just a simple argument anymore. It felt like something bigger was about to happen, something I didn’t want to be at the center of.
Before things could escalate further, I felt a presence beside me. Zade moved closer. His hand lightly rested at my back.
“Stay here,” he murmured quietly. His voice was low enough that only I could hear.
I didn’t argue. Instead, I let myself lean slightly toward him.
Simon laughed again “This is getting interesting. Seems like everyone suddenly has something to say tonight.”
Before Ken could respond again, a voice cut in from the side.
“Excuse me,” the man said politely.
All eyes turned toward him as he stepped forward. He was holding a neatly wrapped box.
“I was asked to deliver this,” he continued, looking directly at Tiffany. “From Mr. George.”
The mention of George immediately shifted the mood. Tiffany’s eyes widened in surprise.
“For me?” she asked in disbelief..
The man nodded and handed her the box. “He specifically asked that it be given to you tonight.”
Tiffany accepted it with a huge smile. The room watched in silence as she slowly unwrapped the gift. I could see the excitement in her expression.
When she finally opened it, she gasped. Inside was a beautiful piece of jewelry. It looked expensive.
The room filled with soft murmurs again.
“This... this is from Grandpa George?” Tiffany asked again.
The man nodded once “Yes.”
Her face brightened instantly.
“I... I didn’t expect this,” she said, though her smile said otherwise.
Standing there, I felt something twist inside my chest. I knew George well enough to understand that his actions often carried deeper intentions. But I didn’t understand why he was giving her a gift.
The earlier tension faded a bit as people started to congratulate her. Their voices filled with admiration again. The focus had shifted, and just like that, the argument between Ken and Simon was forgotten.
I let out a quiet breath. Zade’s hand was still at my back and I didn’t move away.
The night continued, and soon, the atmosphere began to change again. The formal banquet slowly transitioned into something else.
The tables were cleared. The lights dimmed a bit and soft music began to fill the room.
It had turned into a ball.


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