One of the ladies was holding a bag of refreshing grapes, and when she had an idea, she said, "If President Griffith wins, I'll feed him grapes. But if you win..." She glanced at Cherish Turner, her lips curving in a smile. "Then Miss Turner will feed you grapes."
"That sounds interesting." Oscar Winston's eyes crinkled with satisfaction as he kissed his female partner's cheek, causing her to giggle. He released her hand, stretched his arms, and said, "Let's get started."
William Griffith didn't say a word from start to finish.
Cherish Turner stood quietly to the side, her beautiful brows furrowing.
If he won, she would really have to feed him grapes?
"I..." Cherish was about to speak when William Griffith murmured, "Who do you think will win?"
Cherish stifled her emotions and looked at him with her round eyes, not saying a word.
The game officially began, with two handsome and dashing men facing each other in competition.