But it''s only Fletcher and Bary who''re somewhat closer with Stuart.


    Morwenna watched them intently, her gaze unwavering.


    Seizing the opportunity to bash Morwenna, Bary chimed in, "See, there''s no shortage of women


    pining for Stuart’s attention. Sophisticateddies are a dime a dozen, each more impressive than


    the next. And you think you stand a chance with Stuart? Do you honestly believe you''re in his


    league?"


    Morwenna, who had been observing the scene, turned to Bary, her voice barely above a whisper,


    "Norbert thinks I''m worthy. Besides, it''s not about being worthy. If Stuart likes someone, even a


    beggar would make the cut. If he doesn''t, all the perfection in the world amounts to nothing."


    Bary retorted, "But in our circles, do you really think we have the luxury of marrying for love?


    Marriages are more about alliances, about what benefits the family."


    Morwenna scoffed, "Speak for yourself."


    Bary was left speechless.


    Morwenna added, "Do you honestly believe Stuart is the type to just settle? Do you think anyone


    can dictate Stuart’s choices?"


    Again, Bary had no response.


    Truth be told, Morwenna was right. Bary’s envy of Stuart was palpable. He envied Stuart’s


    reckless character, which seemed unshackled by the constraints of high society.


    Morwenna had once used him of being foolishly impulsive, merely mimicking Stuart.


    Trying to emte Stuart’s carefree demeanor, Bary had only managed a poor imitation. After a


    particrly humbling encounter with Morwenna, he finally understood.


    He could never be like Stuart.


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    Meanwhile, Morwenna ignored Bary and continued to watch Stuart from afar.


    The gathering was a match-making mixer.


    Men and women mingled, exchanging pleasantries and contact details. Even Ms. Irons found


    herself approached by several bold suitors.


    Yet Stuart seemed to exist in a bubble; many admired him from a distance, but none dared to


    approach.


    Greta stuck close to Stuart, chatting him up now and then, sometimes getting super close, and he


    didn''t seem to mind at all.


    As per tradition, the event would start with an opening dance.


    The host grabbed the microphone, announcing in a broadcaster’s tone, “We are privileged to have


    among us today the finest young people of Rosefrost Hollow, and it''s an honor to have Mr. Hetfield


    here. Who will have the pleasure of sharing this opening dance with Mr. Hetfield?”


    Most eyes turned to Greta, the only one who seemed capable of standing beside Stuart without


    seeming out of ce.


    Even if Greta wasn’t there, it was doubtful anyone else would dare ask Stuart to dance.


    Greta nced at Stuart, ying it cool, waiting.


    Stuart’s presence signified a willingness to engage with the Irons family.


    Proud as she was, Greta liked Stuart too much to y games. If Stuart didn’t invite her within a


    minute, she’d swallow her pride and ask him herself.


    Just then, Morwenna removed her sunsses and walked towards Stuart, under the watchful eyes


    of everyone, including a stunned Bary.


    With a voice soft and clear, she asked, “Stuart, may I have this dance?”