The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 102

Her long hair was pinned neatly behind her head, framing a face that was small, radiant, and the picture of perfection.

She seemed a bit nervous. After delivering her opening line, she bit her lip slightly, her gaze sweeping across the countless seats in the auditorium.

Alistair looked up at her, his lips pressed into a thin line.

He could tell she was anxious.

Her knuckles were white from gripping the speech so tightly. She rarely spoke in front of such a massive crowd, and she looked overwhelmed.

Her eyes darted around, as if searching for something among the sea of faces.

Alistair's brows furrowed slightly, his thumb and index finger subconsciously rubbing together.

"Mr. Zucker, does Ms. Stafford look a bit... nervous?"

The president next to him asked softly, treading carefully.

Alistair didn't reply. He just kept his eyes on her.

Finally.

Up on the podium, the young woman's gaze seemed to find its anchor. A second later, her eyes locked with the man sitting dead center in the front row.

As if scorched by boiling magma, Alistair frowned, instinctively looking away.

But the girl on stage seemed to have found her sense of security. Her expression filled with confidence, a smile touching her lips.

"Thank you for being here, to witness my today."

Her voice was soft and gentle, every word perfectly enunciated with a flawless cadence.

Her gaze remained entirely on him.

When Alistair looked back up at her, he saw she was smiling right at him.

Countless spotlights and camera flashes illuminated her, wrapping her in a bright, warm glow, but she only had eyes for the man in the audience.

For some reason, Alistair thought of what he had told her the night before.

[If you really feel nervous, just focus on one single spot. It will help distract you.]

—She was looking at him.

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