Future Wife

Audrey lightly coughed and introduced, "This is Miss Alma."

Bryson glanced at Alma.

"I see. Hello, Miss Alma."

"Mr. Bryson, I didn't expect that you would attend this reception." Alma was filled with joy.

"Yes."

Alma gritted her teeth, "Well, Mr. Bryson, Jessica, the first lady who hosts the reception, is my good friend. She asked me to go on stage after the first dance, but... I don't have a partner, so, later..."

Alma stared expectantly at him.

"May I ask you ... to be my partner?"

"I can't dance!" Bryson rejected her indifferently.

Alma was lost for words.

She was disappointed.

Alma wanted to dance with him, so that she could be closer to the Young Madam of Cordova family. Unfortunately... Bryson could not dance.

If... Bryson could, she should not have been rejected.

What a pity. This was a great opportunity to show everyone that Alma would be the future Young Madam of the Cordova family.