Lillian was starting to get worried when she couldn't find the invite. On the other hand, the man who had only arrived at the reception could only stare at her.
The lady in maroon had managed to catch his attention. He was now finding it hard to keep his eyes off of her even when the man on the other end of the counter was trying his best to please him.
"Darling?" A soft, sultry voice pulled his attention back to the present. "He's trying to talk to you."
The interruption reminded him of the lady who was standing next to him. More specifically, who was clinging to his arm like she would fall down to the ground without his support.
"Please, continue." He cleared his throat and asked the man to continue.
Seconds later, he pulled out a small black envelope which could easily fit in his palm and passed it to the man.
