Chapter 37

There was a man standing nearby, his face cold and expressionless. Who else could it be but Tristan? When did he arrive? She was sure that he wasn't there just moments ago. From his impassive demeanor, it seemed like he hadn't recognized her. Genevieve collected herself and walked past him casually as if nothing had happened. To her relief, he didn't react at all. Just as she was silently congratulating herself on her escape, the strains of a graceful waltz began to play through the banquet. Then, she heard Tristan's voice directed at Herman. "May I borrow your girlfriend for a dance?" Genevieve's smile instantly faded. Before she could even protest that she didn't know how to dance, Herman cheerfully agreed, "Sure. Let's swap partners." Even Harper, who had been maintaining her poised smile, couldn't conceal her surprise. She shot a glance at Tristan, her eyes full of grievance, but he didn't even spare her a look. Instead, he took Genevieve's hand and led her toward the danc