Chapter 343 Foil
Walking into the elegant banquet hall, Mark's gaze swiftly sought out Arya. There she was, clad in a sleek evening gown, holding Adalia's hand in the front row, visibly thrilled to witness Maggie take center stage.
"Grandma, I gotta go potty," Adalia chirped.
"Sure thing, let's make a quick detour," Arya responded, leading Adalia towards the restroom.
At that moment, Fiorello escorted Maggie off the stage, officially kicking off the night's festivities. Amidst the buzz of excitement, he held Maggie's hand, adroitly tending to every detail, his attention unwavering.
Stepping forth, Emily complimented, "Maggie, you are absolutely glowing tonight."
"Thanks," Maggie replied, feeling a touch bashful under the spotlight.
With all eyes fixed on her, the weight of scrutiny bore down on Maggie, every gesture scrutinized and dissected. Given Fiorello's popularity among women, as his new bride, she felt an added pressure to make a stellar impression, even if Fiorello had taken meticulous steps before the event, ensuring Maggie was well-versed in etiquette to navigate such a significant occasion flawlessly.
Throughout the evening, Fiorello remained glued to Maggie's side, their unity palpable. While Fiorello engaged in business discussions with various company heads, Maggie stood by him, seamlessly blending into the conversations that inevitably swerved towards Fiorello's sudden nuptials.
Bart, head of the Hars Group, remarked, "Mr. Flores, you certainly kept this union hush-hush. Tying the knot with such a beauty—Mrs. Flores exudes grace and charm, a flawless match."
Others joined in, "Tonight has left many young ladies crestfallen. Mr. Flores has broken hearts nationwide."
Fiorello offered a modest smile, "You're exaggerating."
"Not at all, Mr. Flores; your charisma is unparalleled. Tonight's live stream exceeded ten million viewers."
"I recall Mr. Mitchell's broadcast, nowhere close to this turnout," another added.
Mr. Mitchell chuckled, "Age has dulled my shine, unlike these young bloods. Though I had my charm in the heyday."
Amidst the jovial banter, Maggie played her role as Fiorello's steadfast companion, earning him admiration from the gentlemen present.
As the evening progressed, Fiorello bid farewell to the executives and led Maggie away, querying softly, "Hungry?"
Maggie offered a gentle smile, "A bit, but I'm not exactly dressed for a food fest."
Fiorello chuckled, "No worries, I've got your back. Let's grab a bite from the spread."
In a hushed tone, Maggie inquired, "Aren't you supposed to entertain the bigwigs?"
"Holden and my dad can handle that. Let's go," Fiorello replied, taking Maggie's hand as they headed towards the food area.
The banquet spread beckoned with its array of delicacies, enticing guests to indulge to their heart's content.
Scanning the room for Arya and Adalia, Maggie's eyes landed on Mark nearby. A flicker of concern crossed her features. "Fiorello, Mark's here."
Following Maggie's gaze, Fiorello's expression remained unreadable. "Seems like he got wind of the news early."
Whether Mark was privy to the details beforehand or not, the air of secrecy would undoubtedly dissipate after tonight, with Fiorello and Maggie stepping into the limelight together.
Seeing Fiorello and Maggie looking his way, Mark waved happily, but the two didn't come over and instead headed straight to the food area.
Wherever the two appeared, others would automatically make space, and no one would come close within a mile.
But Mark walked over.
Mark approached with a loving smile and said, "Maggie, Fiorello."
Maggie frown slightly.
Fiorello handled such matters with ease and said, "Mr. Jackson, if you have something to say, let's talk after the banquet."
Since Maggie didn't acknowledge Mark, Fiorello naturally wouldn't recognize him as his father-in-law either.
With Fiorello saying this, Mark didn't dare cause trouble at the banquet and said with an impeccable sense of timing, "Alright, I just came to say hello. Maggie looks very beautiful today."
Seeing Mark suddenly become so sycophantic and flattering, Maggie felt very uncomfortable.
No matter what, Mark was still her father.
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