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It felt like my feet were glued on the spot, as I stood there, contemplating whether to glance or find my way to my room. My feet automatically swivel around and my body does the same.

Curiosity kills the cat. It won't kill me if I sneak a peek right?

The man who was holding the single microphone seemed to be the M.C. He eventually stopped talking, probably reigning praises on the other one in a suit who had finally sat on a high director chair with a standing microphone opposite him.

I whetted my eyes at Aaron and realized the pompous fella was already sitting on a recliner, legs crossed on the other. His knuckles folded and positioned under his chin. He was watching the event with keen interest.

I pointed my gaze back to the television when I silently heard, "the diamonds". It was at that moment, my ears stretched wide open and my appeal was poked.

My core thud once, when I detected the feature of the man was familiar, the man sitting.

Where? how?

Austin?! realization dawned