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Oryx's heart pounds wildly against her chest as Marquis's hand gently encircles her waist, holding her with both tenderness and respect. The incessant flashes of cameras illuminates the scene around them, creating a surreal ambiance. However, she can't bring herself to meet Marquis's intense gaze; he is staring at her with a depth that seems to reach into her very soul.

This isn't a contrived stare; the touch around her waist feels genuine and unforced. Oryx senses the sincerity in Marquis's recent actions towards her. It leaves her unsettled, introducing a layer of complexity to her carefully laid-out plan.

The cameraman chuckles, his laughter blending with the distant hum of camera shutters. "That's so graceful to watch. Look at Ms. Turner. She is blushing red!"

Oryx, enveloped in a sudden spotlight of attention, doesn't utter a word. Instead, she allows her head to dip slightly, her gaze finding refuge in the ground below. A shy smile plays on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of t