As the event drew to a close, Beauty noticed Samuel leaning against a table, his face slightly flushed from alcohol.
He had shed his formal suit, leaving only a white shirt on.
Beauty approached him and greeted him; it was her first time seeing Samuel drunk.
He looked more charming than usual, almost like a young gentleman.
"Beauty , you look really beautiful tonight," Samuel said, hands tucked in his trouser pockets, he lifted his chin and smiled, revealing a small canine tooth.
Beauty was suddenly a bit flustered by his praise.
She ran her hands across her soft locks, her smile shy, her eyes warmly curved, a small dimple occasionally visible at the corner of her mouth.
Stage lights fell on her face, leaving specks of glow on her skin.
"Can we talk somewhere else?
I have something to say to you, and it's a bit inconvenient with all these people around."
Samuel gazed at her flushed face, a slight nod from his chin seeking her consent.
