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Goodbye, My Love

Chapter 1088
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The natural brilliance of diamonds and pearls starkly overshadowed her gown. Her fluorescent materials now

appeared cheap and subpar.

Embarrassment etched itself onto Paige's face.

Bathed in a radiant aura, Loraine Looked Like a divine being amongst mortals.

Everyone was taken aback. Suddenly, a knowledgeable onlooker exclaimed,

“Hold on a moment! Isnt this the dress that was showcased during the fashion week recently? Cynthia, the

designer, is behind this creation.

It's not even on sale yet. How did she manage to get it?”

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While the crowd admired her, Loraine was dealing with another predicament.

Faced with the determined stance of the two men before her, she contemplated her next move.

Loraine exhaled deeply. She was here at Cayson’s request. Snubbing him for the first dance and accepting the

hand of an unknown man instead felt out of place.

Still, the silver fox-masked man had just cto her aid...

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Loraine found herself teetering between two choices.

Out of nowhere, her hand was engulfed in a wide, warm grip.

The fox-masked man rasped, “I was ahead of him to offer you my brooch, right? That means you should join me

for the opening dance.”

Loraine’s heart rate quickened at the familiarity of his touch.

Cayson shot him a glare and growled, “Hold on, she isn’t obligated to dance with you. A gentleman extends an

invitation and the lady is at liberty to accept or decline.”

The man simply arched his eyebrows and turned to Loraine. “Would you prefer dancing with him instead? He

appears quite fond of you. If you accept his offer, he might continue his pursuit. Be cautious of

misunderstandings.”

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A wave of melancholy swept over Loraine. Holding his hand, she replied,

“| consent to your dance invite.”

The man laughed softly, leading Loraine onto the dance floor, where they began their dance.

As if by instinct, Loraine moved to the beat, casting a regretful smile at Cayson.

Cayson'’s expression grew thunderous. He watched the couple, fists clenched tight.

On the dance floor, the gems on Loraine’s dress sparkled like a constellation. Her steps synchronized with the

man’s. Their dance was visually pleasing and becthe center of attention.

Jennie, standing beside Cayson, offered, “Don’t lose heart. It's natural you're finding it hard to compete; Lorrie is

in high demand.”