I immediately waved both hands in refusal when Larry suggested I sing or dance for the crowd. "Absolutely not. I can't sing, and I'm even worse at dancing," I protested quickly.
The audience laughed warmly at my reaction.
Larry looked at me dramatically before sighing into the microphone. "People always say luxury cars belong to beautiful women, and now I finally understand why. Miss Anastasia, are you even real? You're too beautiful tonight."
His exaggerated praise made even more eyes turn toward me.
I smiled politely and returned the compliment smoothly. "You're very handsome yourself, Vice-president Young."
The moment the words left my mouth, Larry visibly stiffened. Cold sweat practically appeared on his forehead as he immediately corrected himself in panic. "No, no, no. President Presgrave is obviously the most handsome man here tonight!"
The crowd burst into laughter again.
