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“Yeah,” Emeline sighed. “If only we could have dinner with Waylon, just once…”
“I would love that too.”
They really adored Waylon. Isabella thought for a moment, then turned back to her phone. “Would it be alright if I brought a few friends to dinner? They’re all huge fans.”
Waylon’s prompt reply came through. “Of course.” Isabella smiled softly.
In the back rows, Teresa and her group buzzed with excitement. As they watched Waylon on the big screen, he appeared as charismatic as ever.
“Can you imagine being in the front rows?” one of them whispered, eyes glued to the screen that was now panning across the audience, giving everyone a brief moment of fame.
As the camera lingered on the front rows, the group leaned forward, curious about who could get such premium seats.
Liza’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Is that…?” she stuttered, rubbing her eyes for clarity.
Her friend gasped beside her. “That’s Annis and Isabella! How did they get there?”
“I heard those front-row tickets were resold for tens of thousands of dollars. Are Isabella’s tickets actually VIP tickets? What would that cost?”
The revelation sent a ripple of shock through the group. In their minds, Isabella was just an ordinary colleague; this glimpse of her in such a coveted spot painted a different picture.
“Is Isabella actually rich?” Liza turned to Teresa, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and curiosity.
Teresa scoffed. “How could she be? Her parents are farmers. It’s not like she’s got any real money.” Her voice dripped with skepticism. “I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s something shady about her wealth.”
The group exchanged knowing glances. Isabella’s allure and apparent wealth led to unsavory assumptions. All that money must have been earned with her body. Disgust painted everyone’s faces.
“I understand now,” Liza said with a sneer. “It’s repulsive. I wouldn’t want tickets tainted by such means. You’re much better, Teresa.”
Teresa gave a small, wry smile, pleased by the comparison.
Meanwhile, Isabella was chatting with Andrew when she casually glanced at the big screen. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted Teresa and Liza seated in a back row. But it wasn’t them that caught her attention—it was the man next to Teresa.
Kian?
Isabella furrowed her brow.
Teresa and Kian were holding hands, looking unusually close. Were they kissing?
A shadow crossed Isabella’s face as she quickly pulled out her phone and snapped a photo. There was no way she could just stand by and watch her friend be deceived.
“What’s wrong?” Andrew asked, noticing her sudden change in demeanor.
Isabella hesitated, torn between revealing the truth and keeping quiet. Sensing her inner conflict, Andrew gently added, “If it’s hard, you don’t have to say anything.”
Isabella glanced at Andrew, a grateful smile touching her lips before she explained, “It’s not my issue, so I can’t tell you. I noticed something off about my friend’s boyfriend.”
She hesitated because it was about Evie’s privacy, and even Evie didn’t know the truth yet. She couldn’t speak without her consent.
Andrew nodded in understanding, his calm demeanor putting her at ease. His respect for boundaries made Isabella feel comfortable.
Just then, Annis noticed the two of them talking and curiously leaned in. “Isabella, is this your boyfriend?”
“Yes, he is,” Isabella responded with a smile, no longer feeling the need to hide their relationship.
Annis took a good look at Andrew’s face and immediately covered her mouth in surprise.
“Is your boyfriend a celebrity or something?” she blurted out excitedly, her eyes wide with admiration.
Isabella chuckled softly, shaking her head. “No, he’s wonderfully ordinary.”
Annis was clearly still excited by Andrew’s charisma, almost rivaling that of Waylon, the star of the evening.
As the concert drew to a close amid enthusiastic applause, the crowd reluctantly watched Waylon exit the stage. Meanwhile, in the back rows, Liza, struck by a sudden thought, tugged at Teresa’s arm.
“Teresa, do you know Waylon? Could we have dinner with him?”
All eyes turned to Teresa, their expressions hopeful.
Given her status as a member of the Patton family, it seemed reasonable to expect she had connections with celebrities like Waylon.
Teresa internally cursed at Liza. Was she God or something? How would she know Waylon?
“He’s just an entertainer. We don’t usually associate with entertainers,” she said, shrugging dismissively.
Liza looked a bit let down, but her admiration for Teresa grew. “I’m so jealous. Do you usually hang out with other wealthy people?”
“That’s right,” Teresa said, tossing her hair back with feigned nonchalance.
She didn’t notice Kian’s subtle shift in demeanor, his fingers clenching into fists as he observed her quietly.
After the concert, Annis and her friends were about to head home, having thanked Isabella for the tickets. Just as they were about to grab a taxi, Isabella made a warm suggestion, “How about we grab dinner together before we all leave?”
“Sure! I’ll cover the bill,” Annis quickly replied. “Thanks again for everything tonight, Isabella. What would you like to eat? It’s on me!” The other two chimed in, offering to split the bill as well. Isabella couldn’t help but laugh at their eagerness and sweetness.
“Alright, let’s head to the AMK restaurant just around the corner,” she said. The place was close by but quite pricey. Annis, without hesitation, agreed.
Once they arrived at a private dining room, Annis turned to Isabella, asking her to pick the dishes. The two other girls were caught off guard when they noticed Andrew. His strikingly handsome face left them speechless, his features so perfectly sculpted that it seemed like a divine artist had created him with extra care.
They sat there, silently admiring him. Isabella placed the order, but Waylon had yet to arrive, so she sent him a quick message: “When will you get here?” There was no response. Meanwhile, Annis and her colleagues reminisced about the concert.
“Tonight’s concert was amazing, just like all of Waylon’s performances. He looked so handsome,” Annis said.
“Haha, I’ve already praised him online. He keeps getting better and better! I’m thrilled!” Emeline added.
“This is the closest I’ve ever been to Waylon. It might be the closest I’ll ever get to him in my life,” Emeline sighed.
Just then, the door to the private room swung open. “Sorry I’m late,” Waylon said as he entered, still wearing the black punk suit with a metallic finish from the concert. The room fell silent as his presence filled the space, his rugged handsomeness captivating them. Annis tugged at Emeline’s sleeve, whispering, “Pinch me! I think I’m dreaming!”
“No, you pinch me first! I think I’m dreaming too,” Emeline replied. After pinching each other and feeling the sting, they realized they were very much awake—Waylon was truly there!
Despite thinking he might have entered the wrong room, they quickly moved toward him. “Could we get your autograph, Waylon?”
“I’ve been a fan for years!” they exclaimed.
Waylon, smiling playfully, spoke in a soft, soothing voice, “Of course. Just come up one at a time.”
He signed autographs for each of them. Emeline, who moments earlier had thought the concert would be her only close encounter with Waylon, now had tears in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Waylon asked, concerned. Though he had a laid-back demeanor, he always showed care for his fans.
“I’m okay,” Emeline said, wiping her tears. “I just never expected to be this close to you. Did you come to the wrong room? Are you leaving soon?” The group looked at Waylon, not wanting him to go.
“I’m actually here for dinner,” he said with a grin.
The group was stunned. Waylon approached Isabella and explained, “This is my friend. She told me her friends were fans of mine and wanted to have dinner with me. Turns out, it’s you three!”
The girls were in disbelief. Isabella was actually friends with Waylon! Annis turned to Isabella with wide eyes, “Isabella, are you from a wealthy family?”
“Kind of,” Isabella said with a smile.
The girls were so overwhelmed they nearly fainted. Sitting next to Waylon for dinner, their excitement was nearly unbearable.
Throughout the meal, Waylon was the perfect gentleman. He kept their glasses full and showed genuine interest in them. It all felt like a dream come true.
Meanwhile, Andrew’s focus was entirely on Isabella. He kept serving her food, making sure she had everything she needed. “You’ve lost weight while I was away,” he said, looking at her with concern. Isabella, touching her now rounder belly, fell silent, pondering his words. Despite her slight weight gain, Andrew always worried she was too thin.
As they enjoyed the dinner, Annis and her colleagues, concerned Waylon might have other commitments, reassured him he could leave anytime.