As he finished speaking, something else seemed to cross his mind. "By the way, I've been meaning to tell you something all day."
He glanced in Winona's direction, then lowered his voice. "Remember that jewelry designer you asked me to contact? I got my cousin to reach out to her, but she turned us down flat. No matter how much my cousin pleaded, she wouldn't budge."
Elvis didn't react much—just nodded. "Got it."
"So… what about your engagement ring?" Jeremiah looked genuinely disappointed. "Why not try another designer? There are plenty of world-famous jewelers out there."
"It's fine. I'll figure something out."
Just then, the lights in the conference hall dimmed a little.
At the front of the room, the lead organizer of the seminar stood on stage, a spotlight shining down on him. He cleared his throat, and his American-accented English echoed through the hall: "Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend this business seminar…"
He continued with the formal welcome speech.
Winona and Sue paused their conversation.
Elvis stepped aside, moving closer to Winona.
Suddenly, Winona felt a warm hand slip into hers.
Her expression didn't change, but the corners of her lips curled up ever so slightly.
Even at a moment like this, Elvis had to "sneak" in a handhold—she'd always said he could be childish sometimes.
All at once, a passing waiter bumped into her, spilling a bit of champagne onto her evening gown.
"I'm so sorry!" The waiter turned pale, lowering her voice as she apologized frantically. "The lighting is so dim—I didn't see you there. I'm sorry for getting your dress dirty."
A patch of Winona's gown was now damp and stained.
She frowned a little but didn't want to make things harder for the server. Instead, she said calmly, "It's alright. You should get back to work."


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