In the bustling banquet hall, Suzanne Trent only felt revitalized after finishing the piece of cake.
She had woken up early today to do her makeup, attend the expo, walk the runway, do photo ops, give speeches, take group photos, sign autographs, and reapply makeup in the afternoon. During this time, she had only eaten an apple. She was tired and hungry, and after managing to sneak in a nap for just over half an hour, she felt much better due to finally eating something.
Just as she was about to walk away from the dessert table, she failed to notice a step beneath her feet on the flat ceramic tiles. She stumbled and almost lost her balance, but a hand appeared out of nowhere to steady her.
"Thank you," Suzanne said subconsciously while lowering her head to adjust her skirt, then glanced at the person who had assisted her.
Upon seeing that familiar face and eyes, she quickly retracted her hand, her gratitude abruptly turning cold.