Without hesitation, I lifted the hem of my dress and descended the staircase, heading towards the door.


    As expected, Andrew stood beside a Luxurious car, awaiting my arrival.


    At the sound of approaching footsteps, he turned around to greet me.


    Andrew’s eyes widened as they fell upon my attire.


    Clutching the hem of my dress nervously, I couldn’t help but inquire, “Do I look out of ce?”


    Debra’s POV:


    As my words reached Andrew’s ears, his attention swiftly returned to the present moment.


    He shook his head, his gaze sincere as he spoke.


    “Not in the slightest.


    You look absolutely breathtaking.


    I always knew you were attractive, but seeing you in this gown…it’s truly stunning.


    It caught me off guard for a moment.


    ”


    A rush of warmth flooded my cheeks, the telltale sign of embarrassment coloring myplexion.


    If it weren’t for the Layers of makeup, I would have blushed as red as a ripe persimmon.


    I cleared my throat, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck.


    “Mr.


    Pierce, you’re too generous with yourpliments.


    ”


    Andrew’s demeanor remainedposed and genuine as he replied, “I speak nothing but the truth.


    ”


    With his words lingering in the air, he smiled tenderly before turning to open the car door with grace.


    “Debra, please, allow me.


    ”


    The sunlight bathed him in a golden glow, casting a warm aura around his tall frame as if he were a figure from a tranquil oil painting, enveloping everything infort.


    “Thank you!”


    I stepped into the car, eschewing any pretense.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Beyond the window, skyscr@pers soared, their spires seemingly touching the heavens, while a ceaseless flow of pedestrians wove a vibrant tapestry of urban life before my gaze.


    Amidst the unfamiliarity, a sense of deja vu tinged the air.


    Though I may have never been here before, there was a familiarity in the scene that resonated within me.


    Before long, we arrived at the banquet venue, nestled at the heart of the city.


    Stepping out of the car, I was greeted by a grand vi adorned with intricate lighting, its brilliance captivating guests d in opulent attire.


    Quietly, I grasped the hem of my dress, feeling a wave of apprehension washed over me.


    This was my first foray into such a grand affair since my memory loss, and the fluttering of my heart seemed uncontroble.


    Andrew sensed my unease and offered reassurance in a soft voice.


    “You’ll be fine; don’t be too nervous.


    It’s just a regr party.


    Just enjoy yourself, and there’s nothing else to worry about.


    ”