Divorced Heiress
Chapter 32

Paul took a seat, leaving the topic unfinished, when the guests began to arrive. However, he couldn't stop thinking about his words.

The only thing he could do to "close" that cycle was to talk to Alexander, but he had nothing to talk to him about that wasn't about Tristan, and honestly, he was terrified. Michelle arrived at the table, ten minutes after leaving the event hall. I frowned at her almost nonexistent smile, after having a sour face all night.

I preferred not to give importance to Ms. Boyer and listened attentively to the welcome speech and gratitude from the event hosts, leading to the toast. With a smile from ear to ear, I clinked glasses with each and every member of Team Doinel.

I enjoyed the sweet fruity taste of the sparkling champagne before my assistant appeared in my field of vision.

"Ms. Sarah, it's the right time to greet the representatives of the brands interested in collaborating with Doinel, you tell me where we start, I have the list prepared." Jack appeared by my side, impeccably dressed in his suit and with his champagne glass in hand. I nodded my head as I placed my glass on the table.

"Of course! Let's start right now. I'll be back in a moment, Paul." I informed my companion before getting up from my seat with grace.

"Good luck, Sari." Paul said, settling into his chair, and I responded with a smile.

I turned to Jack, scanning the room and searching for the candidates who truly surprised me with their designs tonight.

"How about we start with..." I left the words hanging in the air when my father intervened, coming to my side.

"Please, Jack, could you wait a few minutes before starting the work? I would like to dance this piece with Sarah, it's my favorite, I hope you don't mind, it won't take long." My father said with a smile from ear to ear, offering me his hand.

I looked at him surprised and shook my head slightly, letting him know that I didn't agree with dancing tonight. Nonetheless, he remained firm and I knew there was nothing that would change his mind, he would dance with his daughter, whether I liked it or not. "Of course, it's not a bother, Mr. Doinel, it's all yours. I'll be waiting, Ms. Sarah." Jack replied, stepping back to clear the way for us towards the dance floor, where other couples were already dancing to the rhythm of that melodious live piano and violin piece. Resigned, I took my father's hand and let him guide me.

"I haven't danced this type of music in a long time, I think I've lost practice. I hope I won't embarrass you." I joked as we arrived at the center of the dance floor, at a reasonable distance from the other couples.

"But what are you saying, you don't need practice, you've inherited your mother's good dancing legs, besides, I wouldn't mind making a fool of myself if it's with my Sari."

My cheeks blushed at my father's kind words and he quickly placed his hand on my waist to start our dance.

I looked with a smile at my father's face as we swayed back and forth to the soft music. It had been years since I danced with my father and I admitted that doing it again filled me with joy. It reminded me of those times when he taught me to dance in his office while his favorite piano pieces played.

Now, years later, we were at such an important event, sharing a special moment that I didn't realize I had missed.

My dress swayed gently as I followed the steps of my father, who danced very well for his age, until the rhythm of the music increased, causing my father to spin me on my heels.

"I've noticed that Mrs. Lancaster doesn't like you at all, it's not the first time she has treated you like that, am I right?"

I looked at my father expressionless and remembered Amelia's words when we met at the entrance.

I felt bad for not telling my own father about that information, but I knew he wouldn't like to know how I was treated by those people in the past. I preferred to keep it to myself rather than disappoint him with my foolishness, and now, he had found out on his own and I was starting to regret not being honest from the beginning.

It wasn't right to keep that information to myself, but what could I do about it? Nothing. I could only handle any attacks from the Lancasters on my own, and so far, I was doing well. Otherwise, they wouldn't have bothered to call me to apologize.

"Father, can we leave that subject for later? I want to enjoy my first important event alongside the best man that could exist." I said, embarrassed to be discovered by my father, and in such a way.

"I'll let it pass just this once because we have a pending conversation when we get home. There are many things I would like to discuss with you, and it's not about the company."

I remained silent because I already knew that the conversation would be about my ex-husband and his family.

"What about Paul? You're going to meet after the banquet, or at least that's what a little bird told me. He's making a good effort to please you."

"Mr. Doinel! How nosy you are tonight." I pretended to be indignant and my father chuckled.

"I like Paul." I confessed before spinning on my heels again.

"I know you like him, but not in the same way he likes you. I'll tell you just one thing. Paul is a good guy, and I'm not saying that just because he's the son of my best friends. However, don't feel pressured to accept being his partner if you don't feel it. He must respect that. You don't always get what you want, and... Oh no. Problems are approaching."

I was so focused on taking mental note of his advice that I felt confused when he said that last part while looking behind me.

I looked at my father with a furrowed brow, completely puzzled, and soon understood what he was referring to.

"Mr. Leonardo Doinel, Ms. Sarah Petit. I'm sorry to interrupt you after such a great show, but I would like to talk to you about business. Lancaster Collection is interested in cooperating with Doinel."

My steps abruptly stopped upon hearing that cold male voice that seemed so familiar, the voice to which I was once addicted and now found so repulsive.

Unintentionally, I tightly held my father's hand, as if I could stop myself from feeling angry at his blatant presence, and I turned around to meet his cold eyes that still had a certain sparkle but remained arrogant.

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