After the opening dance, Charles gracefully withdrew his hand, his smile polite but distant.
Noelle also pulled back, nodding slightly before stepping away. As soon as Arya saw Noelle leave Charles' side, she eagerly waved her over.
"Noelle, over here!" Arya called out.
Noelle nodded, smiled, and made her way through the crowd to Arya's side. Arya quickly grabbed Noelle's hand, brimming with excitement. "Oh my god, Noelle! I can't believe how lucky you are—it's unbelievable! So, how did it feel? Dancing with Mr. Hoffman, what was it like?"
Noelle felt a bit overwhelmed by Arya's enthusiasm. Arya was clinging to her arm. Noelle gently pulled away as she felt slightly awkward. "It was... just like any other dance. Mr. Hoffman dances really well, and... that's about it."
"That's it?" Arya exclaimed, her voice so loud that it attracted quite a few glances.
Noelle hurriedly covered Arya's mouth. "Shh! Keep it down. Don't you realize I've probably become public enemy number one right now?" Noelle said with a wry smile. "What else could there be?"
"Aren't you even a little bit thrilled? Didn't your heart race or anything?" Arya found it hard to believe. That man was Charles Hoofman, the head of the Hoffman family and the one who called the shots at Collosus Group—someone everyone envied.
"Come on, you can't tell me you didn't feel anything at all."
"The biggest feeling I have right now is that if looks could kill, I'd be full of holes," Noelle replied, glancing around the room. Not everyone was as carefree as Arya.
Charles was someone many dreamed of dancing with, but it was Noelle who got that chance. How could she not become the center of attention?
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