"Yeah, we don't even have a chance to see Young Master Crawford. We're so jealous of you, Vivi, getting to go to the banquet."
"My husband is useless, not even a tenth as capable as your President Sherwood. If I got an invitation, I'd be so happy I wouldn't be able to sleep for nights."
Vivian Morton's mood improved considerably from all the flattery, but the thought of Tristan Sherwood not taking her to the banquet made her anxious all over again.
'No, tonight is too good of an opportunity. I have to find a way to go.'
'Maybe I'll even get to meet Young Master Crawford.'
Young Master Crawford was incredibly famous, but he never accepted any interviews and was almost never photographed in public.
As a result, everyone had heard the rumors about him, but very few had ever seen his face.
Vivian Morton was also very curious about what Young Master Crawford looked like.
She'd always considered herself to be pretty lucky. It was just a matter of getting the chance...
