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As Rosalynn thought this over, she absentmindedly picked up a glass of fruit wine from the table and lifted it to her Lips.

In that moment, Brian walked up and gently took the glass from her hand.

What are you drinking? Startled, Rosalynn realized she had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadnt noticed the drink she had picked up was wine.

Its just a little fruit wine.

A sip wont hurt, she said, smiling.

Brian frowned, setting the wine aside and offering her a glass of juice instead. Fruit wine has alcohol in it, Rosalynn.

You cant drink that.

Rosalynn hadnt planned on drinking the wine; she took a refreshing sip of the juice instead.

Wheres Kyson? Brian asked, his expression curious.

He went home, she said, keeping it simple.

She glanced at the billiards table but didnt spot Lyndon anywhere.

The third game ended just now.

Lyndon went outside to take a call, Brian replied.

Nodding, Rosalynn moved over to join Sheldon and Tilda, who were deep in conversation.

Outside, Lyndon wrapped up his call but didnt head back inside; instead, he leaned against the railing and lit a cigarette, letting the smoke drift into the cool air.

At that moment, a woman was playing the guitar and singing on the stage downstairs. Her voice was clear and warm, effortlessly rising above the noise and chaos of the crowd.

It felt like a refreshing stream, bringing a sense of calm in the bustling atmosphere.

Lyndon let out a puff of smoke, his eyes wandering to the woman on stage.

The bright lights highlighted her face, showcasing her beautiful features.noveldrama

He felt a spark of recognition; she looked strangely familiar, especially her profile… Just then, two men passed by him, jolting him from his thoughts.

The woman singing on stage, isnt that Rita? Yes, it is! Lets go meet her!