"Remington,e on in. Mom and Dad are waiting for you," Ste said with a smile, stepping forward


    to loop her arm through his. Remington deftly sidestepped her advance, closing the car door himself,


    and replied with a nod, "Congrattions. Let''s head inside." Ste''s attempt to link arms fell short, and


    withdrew her hand; she didn''t seem disturbed. Lifting her face, she said with a smile.


    "I hope you don''t find it silly, but it''s been ages since I''ve been to anything like this. My memories of


    these events are so hazy; I''m actually quite nervous. I''m so d you''re here, though. Seeing you


    makes me feel a bit more at ease."


    Chatting away, they entered the vi.


    The guests hadn''t quite filled up the ce when Martin, supporting Luna, came over. The couple was


    glowing, and even Luna looked much better, not needing her wheelchair today.


    "Remington, you made it. Could you please escort Ste for the entrance?" Barbara asked pleadingly,


    holding onto Remington''s arm with a hopeful look.


    "Godmother, for something this important, it''s better if Godfather escorts Ste."


    Ste looked down, her spirits dampened by his refusal.


    "Remington, I twisted my ankle a few days ago. Trying to navigate those stairs might end up being a bit


    awkward. We wouldn''t want to embarrass Ste, would we?" Martin chimed in. Remington noticed


    Martin''s difficulty in walking with his left foot and frowned slightly.


    "The n is for Mr. West to escort Ms. West down the grand staircase under the spotlight. But with Mr.


    West''s ankle, the stairs might prove challenging," the butler exined.


    Ste, noticing Remington''s reluctance, quickly said, "Dad, if Remington doesn''t want to, let''s not


    pressure him. Maybe I can manage on my own. It''s just I''m nervous about possibly tripping up. It''s my


    first time wearing such high heels, and walking in them feels so awkward. If only my brother were here,


    he would stay with me."


    Remembering Quentin''s regret-filled departure, Remington looked at the anxious Ste and said, "I''ll


    be by your side."


    Ste''s eyes lit up.


    "Then, Remington, why don''t you go upstairs with Ste now? Let the makeup artist give her onest


    touch-up. I might not see it, but I know my daughter will be the most beautiful tonight, right,


    Remington?" Barbara asked with a smile.


    Gazing at Ste, Remington replied absent-mindedly.


    She indeed looked radiant in her red dress, while Lizetta''s exquisite face shed through Remington''s


    mind.


    As a child, Lizetta''s attire was selected by Fiona, who loved to dress her in red. Grown up, Lizetta had


    never worn such a vivid red again.


    She looked good in red when she was young; must look breathtaking if wearing it now. Remington was


    considering getting her that kind of dress only for him to see.


    Lost in thought, he found his gaze lingering on Ste longer than intended.


    Ste felt his stare, her cheeks flushing bashfully; eyes downcast, she suggested, "Shall we go


    upstairs?"


    Lifting her dress helm, she turned and hurried upstairs, her retreat filled with a shy urgency. Remington


    came back to the reality, feeling nothing but baffled at her sudden dash.


    Ten minutester, as guests started


    to fill the venue, Ste sat before the makeup artist for final touches, aiming for perfection. Her gaze,


    however, was fixed on the man lounging on the sofa nearby through the mirror.


    Dressed in a sleek ck suit that highlighted his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, which


    were crossed, he sat with an air of effortless nobility, his hand fiddling with the phone. His casual pose


    belied an innate grace, making him the focal point of female desires and conquests alike.


    Ste had been cautious these days, hiding her intentions, but now her desire was harder to mask. She


    bit her lip, smiling.


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    "Remington, could you get me an orange candy? I''m still a bit nervous."


    As a kid, Ste was used to having candies to cope with nervousness.


    Looking up, Remington met her gaze in the mirror; her yful wink was all too clear. The deliberate


    flirtation was unmistakable even to a man not easily swayed.


    His hand, ying with the phone, paused; he locked eyes with Ste for a moment before standing up.