Dylan's hand was left awkwardly hanging in the air.

Confusion appeared on his face. However, his glasses concealed the smug excitement at succeeding in his mischief.

"Mr. Rogers?" He drew his hand back with a slightly raised eyebrow before deliberately reminding him. "If I recall correctly, Ms. Seymour is the companion that I invited."

"If I'm seeing this right…" Kevan held on to Larissa's hand tightly, his dark eyes fixed at a specific point on the driveway. "That white Lamborghini coming ov