The event was grand, with Jaxton dressed simply in white and black, exuding a nonchalant air as he unwrapped exquisitely packaged gifts.
Even in his simplicity, he remained the most striking figure in the room.
When the music stopped, the room fell silent.
The person whose gift Jaxton opened first would be his dance partner for the opening dance.
My gaze fell on the bottommost black gift box.
I had gifted him a deep blue wristwatch, barely meeting the standards of the other gifts but representing half a year's worth of odd jobs for me.
This was the stark contrast between us.
This unrequited love was destined to remain unfulfilled, a feeling I never harbored expectations for.
Liking him was my own business.
I reached for the champagne, downing several glasses in an attempt to drown my sorrows.
Suddenly, the room erupted in whispers.
Dazed, I turned back to see the deep blue wristwatch in Jaxton's hands, which was gleaming under the lights.
My eyelid twitched abruptly, my heart racing in tandem.
Jaxton rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping across the room.
Perhaps the alcohol had gotten to me, as I instinctively stood up when his eyes landed on me.