Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire
As their breaths drew close, she heard him whisper,
“Honey, you’re so beautiful. May I have the honor of buying you a drink later?”
Margaret let out a soft laugh and nodded.
After growing slightly tired, she gracefully took that man’s hand and led him outside. He seemed completely captivated by her, his gaze fixed on her without blinking.
“Honey, has anyone ever told you that you’re as beautiful as a princess?”
“I think I fell in love with you at first sight.”
The pickup line was cliché, but Margaret still accepted the drink from the man with a pleasant smile, clinking glasses with him. After exchanging a few more words, she deftly suggested he return to the dance floor, then sat alone, sipp