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"Welcome, Mr. Leng. We were just talking about Sky here—our son." Mr.Wongravee gestured.

"Perfect. We'd also like to introduce our daughter. Meet Film." He gently pushed his daughter forward.

"Aah, what a pretty young lady we have right here," someone said from group.

"Actually, she just got accepted into SWSH as one of the new design recruits." Mrs Leng said proudly.

She knew exactly what she was doing. The Wongravee's didn't look for wealth or a pretty face—they valued intelligence, talent, and ability. Amd getting her daughter into the company that the Wongravee heir owned was the perfect way to display that ability.

Upon hearing that, Mrs. Wongravee—who had been ignoring most of the earlier matchmaking chaos—suddenly took interest.

She eyed Film curiously, sipping her wine as she assessed her confidence and body language.

But Sky was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even bat an eye at her. His expression made it painfully clear—his mind was somewhere else or more accurately, stuck on someone else entirely.

To his luck, pond arrived at the scene, whispering something about the "celebration about to start."

Sky almost sighed in relief.
"Perfect timing," he muttered under his breath, immediately using Pond's words as an excuse to escape the matchmaking circus.

He excused himself politely—or as politely as someone fleeing for their sanity could—and walked away with Pond.

But not everyone was pleased.
Film was furious.

She had dressed up, showed up, smiled till her cheeks hurt, played the perfect daughter, and even got a job at Sky's company. She had given her best performance tonight—only for him to treat her like she didn't even exist.

Her jaw tightened as she watched him walk away—like she was air.

Invisible.
Unimportant.

And that, more than anything, bruised her pride.

.......

Stressed.
That was exactly what Nani was at that moment.

He looked around, gasping internally at everything big, shiny, and unnecessarily luxurious. It felt like the entire venue was designed to make him feel poor.

He fumbled around, trying to find someone—anyone—he could talk to, but every person he looked at seemed either too sophisticated for his taste...or too judgmental for his sanity.

Ironically, despite being a wreck on the inside, he still looked like the most confident person in the room.

His face said "I totally belong here."
His soul said "I will evaporate in 3 seconds."

He walked further into the venue, and of course—his clumsy ass bumped straight into someone tall.
Taller than him, at least.

The wine glass in his hands, spilled all over the taller guy's tie.

He gasped.
"Fuck, not again, Nani..." he muttered under his breath before plastering on a big, fake smile and bowing slightly.

But this place wasn't the kind where things ended with a simple, "Oh, I'm so sorry," or an "Oops, my bad."

No.

Here, things ended with awkwardness...and very, very expensive compensations.

The man he'd bumped into—some older guy with a face that screamed "I was rich at birth"—began ranting about how "expensive" and "limited edition" his tie was.

Freaking heavens...34000 baht for a TIE? Nani screamed internally as he scratched the back of his neck.

But before the man could continue complaining, someone else cut in.

"Spare him, Bright."

A voice Nani practically knew by heart.

He whipped around so fast his lungs nearly gave up.

"P'DEW?!"

"What are you-"

"Hold on. Can we continue our discussion?" Bright tried again, desperately seeking their attention.

But everyone conveniently ignored him.

"I told you I knew the boss here," Dew said, almost proudly.

"I totally forgot!" Nani squeaked, his voice jumping an octave.

"Hey!"

"You—HEY!" Bright tired again, only to be ignored for the third tragic time.

"Pfft."
Someone chuckled.

Nani's attention immediately snapped in that direction.

"NO WAY?!" He gasped so dramatically that even Dew flinched.

"P'Dew—you're friends with GEMINI NORAWIT?!" Nani practically shouted, earning a few curious stares. Dew shushed him instantly.

"Calm down, Nani," Dew said, trying not to laugh at his friend's panic.

"Hey there, young man, you sure remind me of someone," Gemini greeted warmly.
"Indeed, Dew's got the elites as his friends."

Dew shook his head with a sigh. "P' plz don't encourage him—"

"CAN SOMEONE LISTEN TO AS WELL?!" Bright yelled, still being brutally ignored by everyone.

Poor guy.

He never stood a chance in this conversation.