This was her first time receiving this kind of attention, all because the host had called her up for the lucky draw.
Rowan caught the faint frown on her face the moment everyone's eyes turned to her. She was just about to tug his sleeve for help when he spoke up.
"If you don't want to do it, I'll refuse on your behalf."
Lyra shook her head slightly and leaned closer to him.
"No, it wouldn't be polite to refuse… Just walk me to the stage. I'll draw the number and come back down quickly."
He nodded, understanding that refusing without a good reason could backfire on her reputation.
He rose and offered his hand. As Lyra accepted it, he helped her up, keeping his other hand lightly at her waist. He escorted her toward the stage.
When they reached the foot of the stage, Rowan leaned in, and she tilted her head slightly, bringing their faces close as he spoke.
"I'll wait down here."
