An hour passed.
Inside the upscale restaurant.
Alexander Stuart had just come out of the restroom.
He stood in front of the mirror, fixing his dark teal suit with a gold border, and shaking out his spirited black hair.
He looked good.
Just as when he started out, he was still handsome and composed, full of smiles.
He was waiting for the imminent arrival of the leading lady.
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"Miss, this way please."
The waiter guided a woman with short and neat hair towards his booth.
Upon hearing this,
he stood up instantly, displaying the posture of a tall, sturdy man.
He held a beautifully wrapped bunch of 99 striking roses in his hand, walked over to her with an elegant stride, stopped in front of her, made a polite bow, and offered the roses.
He flashed a smile, "Miss Tercy, happy holiday."
"…Holiday?" Tercy Mason was slightly taken aback.
However, she did not resist Alexander's kind gesture. As a woman, she loved flowers, especially roses, and she was no exception.
