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* 1st * Chapter 218 : Dance with me before you go.
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Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 218 : Dance with me before you go.
Beneath the runway, Ezra released a long breath he had not realised he was holding. The tension drained from his shoulders; his customary, languid smile returned as though it had never left.“Well,” he muttered lightly, straightening his cuffs, “that was lively.”He was just about to step forward and say something reassuring to Ava when his arm was seized. Firmly.Ezra turned his head. And was met with a beaming smile.“Adrian,” Michelle said sweetly, her eyes sparkling with triumph, “why are you so late?”The smile faded from his face as quickly as it had appeared. “How on earth are you here?” he asked in dismay.Michelle’s lips formed an exaggerated pout. “If you may attend, why may I not?”“That isn’t what I meant,” Ezra replied hastily, forcing his own smile back into place. “Of course you can. Most welcome. Entirely welcome. You must be parched—allow me to fetch you a drink.”“No need.” She raised her left hand. A crystal glass gleamed within her fingers. “I already have one.”“A
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Ava did not notice Marie.The instant her eyes met Alexander’s across the terrace, she quickened her pace. The corridor ahead seemed suddenly narrower, the air thinner. If she could just reach the changing room—He was faster.He stepped directly into her path, tall and immovable, his presence cutting off her escape as cleanly as a closed door.“Where are you going?” he demanded.The American edge in his voice was unmistakable—low, controlled, but threaded with irritation.Was she really avoiding him like he was some kind of contagion?“What’s it to you?” Ava shot back, lifting her chin.She attempted to move around him.He shifted right.Blocked again.“Where’s Cello?”“He’s changing,” she replied crisply. “I’m taking him home. If you have nothing urgent to discuss, Mr. Vanderbilt, do allow me to pass.”“The event’s not over. You can’t leave.”Her eyes flashed.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said evenly, though her gaze burned, “I agreed to let my son assist with your fashion show. I did not
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Ava halted mid-step and lifted her hand in a small wave.Across the terrace, Marcello stood beside Alexander, his head turning this way and that as though searching for a familiar star in a crowded sky.He saw her.His entire face lit up.Without hesitation, he slipped away from Alexander’s side and ran toward her, weaving through the dispersing guests with surprising agility for someone who had only just commanded a runway.“Mommy!” he exclaimed, breathless and glowing. “You look so beautiful!”Ava’s stern composure dissolved instantly.“You outrageous little charmer,” she replied, though the pride in her voice was impossible to disguise. She handed him the cup of water she had been holding. “Here. Sip slowly. Models must hydrate.”Marcello obeyed, taking careful mouthfuls, though his eyes never left her face.“You truly looked beautiful,” he repeated earnestly, as if she might otherwise doubt it.She brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead.“And you were magnificent,” she sa
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By the time the final guests had settled into their seats, the terrace had transformed entirely. The chandeliers overhead dimmed in deliberate stages until only the runway remained illuminated—an elegant strip of light cutting through the soft darkness like a promise.A hush descended. It was not silence precisely—there was always the faint rustle of silk, the whisper of programmes being folded—but it was the kind of collective stillness that signalled anticipation.The host stepped forward, voice warm and assured. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. This season, we present a collection devoted entirely to formal children’s wear and evening attire, each piece personally designed by Mr. Vanderbilt…”Ava, seated discreetly toward the side of the venue, allowed herself the smallest exhale. She had slipped into an empty chair moments before the introduction concluded, preferring the edge of the audience to its centre. From here she could see the runway clearly without feeling herself observed
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The terrace had transformed entirely.Twilight draped the sky in dusky indigo, and the lights lining the runway shimmered in anticipation. Guests had begun to arrive in elegant clusters—silk gowns, tailored suits, glittering jewellery catching the glow of the chandeliers suspended above the open air.Conversation flowed like champagne.Ava moved quietly toward the audience seating, blending into the hum of social brightness.Then, as though summoned by narrative inevitability—He arrived.Alexander Vanderbilt did not so much enter a room as alter its atmosphere.Dressed in a dark blue suit so impeccably cut it seemed sculpted rather than stitched, he wore a crisp white shirt and a bow tie whose shade—though subtle—echoed the deep tones of the evening’s theme. A pocket square of matching hue rested precisely against his breast. A sapphire-topped pin adorned his lapel, glinting beneath the lights, its colour harmonising flawlessly with the cufflinks at his wrists.Every detail spoke of
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Saturday arrived with the quiet confidence of an occasion that had been discussed for weeks and yet still managed to feel faintly unreal.By nine o’clock that morning, the terrace of Hawthorne Court Hotel had transformed into something between a fashion atelier and a very elegant playground. Racks of miniature garments stood in careful rows beneath white canopies; technicians adjusted lighting rigs with the seriousness of men preparing for theatre; assistants hurried past with clipboards, headsets, and expressions suggesting the fate of civilisation depended upon the correct positioning of a spotlight.Ava arrived precisely on time.Marcello walked beside her with a composure that might have impressed a minor duke. His small blazer sat perfectly upon his shoulders, his hair neatly brushed, his gaze forward and steady.If one ignored the faint tightening of his fingers around hers.“Ready?” she asked lightly.He nodded.They parted at the edge of the runway, where the other child models
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