"Yes."
Blanche was deep in the mire of public opinion. She glanced at Martin not far away, a cold expression on her face. So, he dared to play dirty.
"It's you ordinary people, not me," Blanche corrected them.
"What did you say?"
Blanche set down her wine glass. "I'm only dancing with one person tonight."
She walked straight toward Allen. Allen had never been interested in these boring scenes; he was there for Blanche, worried she might get drunk. But seeing her approach, he smiled.
"What's the matter? Can't wait?" Allen asked.
"Of course," Blanche replied with a smile. "With such a great atmosphere, how could I not dance with you? Besides, you've been waiting for me, right?"
Allen had indeed been waiting for Blanche. As they held hands, the handsome man and the beautiful woman naturally attracted everyone's attention without needing to do anything.