His perfect pull

I froze in my seat, feeling all eyes turn toward me. "What is Dylan trying to do...?" I wondered silently.

"Not her," Dylan announced, breaking the tension. "The little lady at the next table." As the attention shifted away from me, I followed the gazes of the others to the neighboring table, where a beautiful young girl sat, clutching her toy with a sunny smile.

"That's my wife!" Dylan declared, and the room erupted into laughter.

"Thank goodness," I muttered, releasing a relieved sigh as the tension dissipated.

Dylan POV

From my vantage point on the stage, I observed Charlotte's nervous reaction as all eyes turned toward her. I couldn't help but smile as she visibly relaxed, relieved to have escaped the spotlight. I knew all too well that thrusting her into the public eye would only drive us further apart and jeopardize any chance of winning her back. That was not a risk I could afford to take at this critical moment.

Locking eyes with Charlotte, I noticed her fleeting glance in my