Charlene paused for a moment. York had asked her to dance again, and she could tell that his intentions weren’t romantic. It was simply a genuine act of apology and friendship.

He offered his hand with genuine intent, and Charlene, not wanting to be rude, accepted it gracefully.

Granger Harden had already stepped out of the dance floor. His eyes darkened when he noticed Charlene and York dancing again.

Vesta caught the scene as well, and a glimmer of surprise crossed her face. Thorne noticed too, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk before casually continuing his dance with Vesta.

After a while, Thorne received a phone call, prompting him to leave the dance floor with Vesta. Coincidentally, Moran Albright was ready to take a break from dancing too. He joined Vesta as they made their way over to Granger, whose gaze was still fixed on Charlene.

Charlene and York continued to dance. Moran took a sip of his drink, his eyes following Charlene. “York seems have taken a liking to her,” he remarked. “But given the Watson family’s standing, even if York genuinely liked her, they’d never approve.”

After all, Charlene, already married and a mother, was part of the struggling Ross family. The notion of the Watsons welcoming her seemed like a long shot.

Moran left the rest unsaid, but Vesta understood his implication. Having been in Starfall City for some time, she knew that the Hendersons, Hardens, Albrights, Watsons, and Ramirezes were the elite families in the area. She’d suspected York’s background was significant and wondered if he belonged to the Watson family. It turned out she was right.

However, while York might genuinely like Charlene, it didn’t necessarily mean he was romantically interested. As for Charlene joining the Watson family, that seemed a distant notion.

As she mused over this, she watched York and Charlene leave the dance floor. York nodded to Charlene in farewell and turned away, showing no signs of lingering attachment.

Vesta smiled to herself. It seemed her intuition was correct. Charlene didn’t possess the allure to make someone like York fall head over heels at first sight.

Moran shifted his gaze, suggesting, “After dancing so much, I’m a bit hungry. Shall we grab a bite?”

Seeing Charlene and Stewart head towards the buffet area, Granger agreed, “Sounds good.”

Vesta waved at Thorne, who was still on the phone, and headed over to join them at the buffet. As they arrived, several people approached to greet them, and some even sought to discuss business with Granger and Moran. Vesta stood by, observing the conversations. It was then that Dalton Ramirez and York appeared. Spotting Vesta, Dalton approached her. “Ms. Hawkins he greeted.

Vesta offered a polite smile, greeting him, “Hi, Mr. Ramirez.”

“And where’s Mr. Henderson? Not with you tonight?”

“He’s on a call,” she replied.

Dalton suddenly remembered that Vesta and York hadn’t been introduced, so he made the introductions. “Ms. Hawkins, this is my friend York.” Turning to York, he said, “York, meet Ms. Vesta Hawkins.”.

York extended a hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Hawkins.”

sta shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Charlene and Stewart were making their way over just in time to see this exchange. Stewart let out a low whistle, amused by the unfolding scene.