Everyone looked at the Morgan family’s beloved daughter with envy in their eyes.
Cooper approached Ivy with a smile.
Ivy turned her head to look at him. “Is this one of the programs as well?” I don’t recall this being part of the plan.
Cooper gave a faint smile, his aura calm and reserved. “Of course not.” Then his pupils constricted slightly.
He noticed a man walking down the stairs on the other side, not far away. His tone softened noticeably. “However, I believe I know who it is.”
“Who?” Ivy inquired and followed his gaze. She tensed slightly.
Simon wore a tuxedo that was custom-made for him. With his bewitching smile on his face, his allure was unmistakable. He was holding a large bouquet of delicate roses. The meaning of the roses was self-explanatory. He approached Ivy and gaze
